• Have you ever seen a grown boy cry; to the state that he can't think any more? to the state that he can't breathe anymore? to the state that he doesn't know how to love anymore?
    I have, today. He was young and a little bit on the rough-looking side, but he cried; he cried until he was out of breath, he couldn't think about anything anymore. And the next day when I saw him, he didn't say 'goodbye' or 'I love you' to his mother as he left to go out with a group of friends.
    I sat down later and had a chat with him; it was the only chance I had to get him alone. I asked him, 'What's been playing on your mind?', I didn't expect a fast reply. He only narrowed his eyes sharply, and scowled. A few minutes passed before he opened his lips to speak, muttering the word; 'Everything'.
    It wasn't often that you saw them ol' tough boys crying to themselves, wondering what they did wrong or what's going on in the world, it was a rare sight to see, and it was a nice thing to see; that not all of the people in this world turn out as bad people.
    I'm just happy he responded.
    Nobody responds anymore.
    Nobody.