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I am not a big crier. I did cry over sappy commercials when I was pregnant. I remember being especially moved by the Inglenook Wine commercials of graduations and weddings (late 70s).
Other than the state of hormones that accompanied pregnancy, I’m not much subject to being overcome by tears. I am much more of a fix it person than a sob over it person.
For some reason this video of protesters in Wisconsin and the bagpipers from the fire department moved me.
Otteray Scribe’s description of his 6-year-old daughter wanting to play the bagpipes because “because when I hear the pipes it makes my heart beat” moved me. Well, it had a cumulative effect. I was moved beyond tears to a state that might best be described as sobbing.
I am pondering this with a box of tissues as I write. I am also listening to bagpipe music on my iPod. I am embracing this sobbing state of being. One of my sons just called with a Minnesota snow update and picked up on my emotions. “Are you crying?” he asked. “Are you okay?”
As I started to try and explain, he interrupted me with advice I had once given to him. “Mom, take a deep breath and blow it out slowly.” I laughed which must have relieved him. “So what’s up Mom?”
I think since the elections I had been feeling so very much in the minority. I didn’t want to think that people could be so easily duped as they were by the Tea Party’s shallow promises. A lot of things I have believed in strongly for my entire adult life were being dismissed. Trashed. Ridiculed.
Somehow, the protesters in Wisconsin touched my heart deeply. I wish I could send each of them a personal thank you email. Seeing 70,000 people standing together for the right to bargain collectively was impressive. Reading their signs and their t-shirts got to me. There is strength in numbers.
A lot of times in my career in corporate America when I was the first woman or the only woman, tears might have done me in. I learned to fight back and to win. I taught myself to not cry. I brought more women and people of color into the management ranks. But most of the time, it was lonely.
Wisconsin was not lonely. It was a video documentary of the power of people standing together. Honestly, I’d much prefer that the protesters prevail but in a sense, whether they win or lose, they have given us all a gift- a reminder of the power of the people.
So why I am sobbing? Because I know that I am not alone.
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