There are very few things that bring me to tears these days. Infact only about 3: "Saving Priviate Ryan," A good Scrubs episode, and this last spot is open to whatever happens to do it at the time (wich is a very narrow spot). Now as you can tell I don't have a tear in my eyes very often, why is that you ask? It is not because I am a guy because I know plenty of guys that cry, and I am one of them...if it fits my requirement. But this time it was because I let my self get caught off gaurd in a deep wonder. I wonder if that gatorade and one can of soup will keep them both warm, I wonder if they will get what they need to make it through the night on the side of the street. I wonder if they really tried in life or if this is just a cop-out. I wonder how long it will take for another person like us to stop and give what they have. It doesn't have to be much but do a selfless act for once you self-rightous pricks. Maybe that is why I don't have tears in my eyes as much, this world full of disgusting, and self centered peices of crap. I can't believe some people.