I cry too. But then I remember that when I cry, I become strong. Because the tears I shed are the water that lets the wipers clean the windshield of my heart. Then the light comes in, and I am clear and joyful again.

Yes, I cry for the pain. But then I also smile because of those who work to heal the pain, and I am clear and joyful again too.

I know unbearable sorrow and pain, but I choose to press on and feel joy in the journey.