I cry WAY too easily.

I actually went to the effort to go to nytimes.com and check on what was happening in the world...and was rewarded by a fluff piece about this viral video. Bless news sources for knowing what is important to me: a good cry. Anything slightly sentimental (or even just wonderul) makes me cry. I can't make it through many 5-minute most emailed stories without getting a bit teary-eyed.
The absolute worst case: Melissa Block's moment by moment account of a mother and father searching through the rubble for their toddler and their parents. Here is NPR's little write-up about the story:

On Monday, Fu Guanyu dropped off her young son, Wang Zhilu, at his grandparents' house so she could go to work. Minutes later, the earthquake hit.

She rushed back home and saw their apartment building in ruins. She says soldiers came right away to help, but they had no equipment.

Two days later, the heavy machinery is on the way. As an excavator clears a path, Fu and her husband Wei Wang search the debris, calling for their son.

After a long while, the workers stop. They have found bodies. What this abstract doesn't relate is that Melissa Block is standing there narrating as all of this unfolds, and it's a really long story, and she's practically losing it watching this poor woman completely lose hope and fall apart.


Luckily for YOU, this dancing video is nothing like that NPR story. It's of a harmless guy doing a silly dance in some of the places he's visited. It's the kids dancing who make me cry! I don't stand a chance against that!