Realization

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Real Eyes
Realize
Real Lies.

That moment when.... (you complete the sentence)

I've been feeling very emotional lately. Hey I am a very emotional guy as it is, but the threshold for tears has been lowered. I fight it, I suppress it, I numb it, I try to avoid it. Yet it's unavoidable. It's inevitable. I must cry. And sooner or later...

I must sob... uncontrollably.

Because I have tried to control.

I'm watching Oprah's recent interview with Elie Wiesel, who if you're not familiar is an Auschwitz survivor from WWII.  He is a Nobel Peace Price recipient and the author of numerous books, most notably "Night" and recently, post open heart surgery, "Open Heart."

Oprah and Elie's conversation brought up something from the book "Night" that I remember and it's hit me deep.  In the book Elie described a moment with his father and a piece of bread. Elie's father wanted Elie to have the bread.

I mean imagine, you're literally starving and you want someone else to eat the only thing available.

That's Sacrifice...

That's Love.