His eyes was wet with tears. I never saw a man in his 50s cried (at least not so closed up) and this was someone who has been our family friend since before I was even born.
His tears touched something deep in me. I felt humbled standing in front of him, listening to his words and seeing him wipe away his tears with a handkerchief.
For that moment, the tears created an environment of safety for both of us. It was as if ego were stripped and there we stood with stories of hope; of the embracing touch of the Heavenly Father.
It’s not true that true man do not cry. Only a man who is truly secure will be able to have the courage to engage his emotions; even if he risks being vulnerable.
