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I'm not much of a crier
most of the time. But recently when I was reading a book on a plane, l started
crying. Of course, it came as a big surprise when tears came up, no matter how
hard I tried, I wasn't able to control myself.
Oh no, not this now, I
thought to myself. But even as the thought entered my brain, I felt the first
hot drop of salty water coming down my face. I put my head down, hoping that I
could go on reading.
In fact, the harder I
tried, the more team pushed their way out of my eyes. You could guess how
surprised the man next to me looked.
I dropped my head in
shame. He must think I was crazy. Maybe I could turn toward him, hold up the
cover of the book and say in my crying voice, "Pm sorry, sir. It's just a
really good book!" But I didn't say anything. Instead, I just put my head
back against the seat and let the team run. Do you know what decision I made
while I was crying? My decision was that it was okay if he thought I was crazy.
I'd rather be crazy than be the kind of person who wouldn't cry when the
situation called for it, or who wouldn't let herself feel anything at all.
I've been that girl who
has spent so much time trying to make sure people didn't think 1 was crazy. But
now I don't want to be that girl any more--that bored and sad girl. I'd rather
be this girl who is able to forgive(原谅), love and
act, even if it means being disappointed or being hurt again and again.