Tears of Pride

Parents may cry ‘tears of pride’ when their child graduates college. Often they are mixed with tears of relief because the little bugger is finally leaving home.

We may cry with pride at a major accomplishment, something unusually difficult, important and significant. It can be for something done exceedingly well, like the recently celebrated remembrance of the Moon Landing or Sully brilliantly landing his fatally crippled airliner in the Hudson River, and the marvelously executed work of so many independently acting rescuers, saving everyone.

And it can be in appreciation for someone we don’t know; such as, at an Amway function one Sunday morning when at the open religious services and at ‘the call’ hundreds of people came down from their seats of Arco Arena, to the base of the stage, and accepted Jesus. I cried in honor, respect, pride welcoming them.

Many of also cry, in awe, respect and thanks for those who protect us; be it Military, Police, Fire and others of the ‘the Warrior Class’ who’s calling it is to “Protect and to Serve” their brother man, when they have fallen.

We just viewed a movie that caused me to cry, from the opening scene of the flag draped coffins being reverently loaded onto a military transport jet, and continuing through the respect and honor showed along the journey as a Marine escorted Pfc. Chance Phelps ‘home’ to his final resting place.

Is Taking Chance a sad story? Yes. No!

Taking Chance is about the redemption of a Marine who didn’t think he was doing enough because he chose a desk job over another tour of combat so he could stay with his family, and discovering that what he did was, in fact, an extremely important part of duty.

Taking Chance is a story that demonstrates the beauty of our land and her people, both spiritually and physically. It is about good, and respect and honor and caring.

At the end of the movie, after crying crying through it all, I realized that I did because of my awe of the good people who are America.

Taking Chance. A true story: