I cried a few days ago after I saw a Raccoon attack another one and left it convulsing, stiff, moaning loudly and in shock. It was in death throes. I grabbed a bath towel to pick it up, bought it inside, put it on the bed, and wrapped it loosely in a quilt to keep it warm. My Partner and I talked and sung to it softly, while I knelt and carefully snuggled it up in my arms to calm it down. Within several minutes, the convulsions lessened, the screams and moans subsided, and it started coming out of shock.
Within a few more minutes it was gaining cognizance, and then it rested for a few more minutes until it decided it wanted to get up. The look on it's face was priceless, a mixture between WTF and Thank you. I unwrapped it, and it got up and jumped on the floor. It walked into the Living room, and layed on a throw pillow that was on the floor. I put chopped banana and grapes in a dish, and also a dish of water in case it needed nourishment. About 10 minutes later, it got up and walked over to my partner and I, and just looked up at us in an indescribable way before walking out the back door.
I was expecting to get bitten, and had already come to the realization that I would have to go to the emergency room to start a series of rabies shots, but it never even tried to bite me or my partner. Somehow it knew that we were only trying to help it. I was willing to take my chances as I couldn't just let it die alone.
After things had calmed down, and the raccoon had left, I had a good little cry and my partner comforted me. My tears were a mixture of happiness that we had saved a creature, and tears of sadness that it was in such pain when we first saw it.
I also cried briefly the other day when I was telling my partner about the new Muslim book that came out about beating women.
I am not ashamed to cry, even though I am 47. Crying is not a bad thing, and it does not mean one is "Weak". Crying is a good way to release pent up emotions. I don't cry all the time, only as needed.
