Ogg wrote:There is nothing that can compare to the birth of one's own child. You have to experience it first hand I suppose. I cried like a child myself .
Know what I think? We've frightened Barney (original poster), will he be seen again? Someone should've warned him that we never stay on topic .
Totally agree with you there mate. I feel so sorry for my Dad as he was never allowed to be at the birth of any of us. Jess actually said he'd be quite welcome at mary's birth if he wanted to attend. However, the his age ( he was 70 at the time), his general state of health (not too good) and the fact Jess went into labour at about midnight meant he couldn't.
As for me, I was at both births and wouldn't have missed for the world.
'Do not despise the snake for having no horns, for who is to say it will not become a dragon?'
Ogg wrote:There is nothing that can compare to the birth of one's own child. You have to experience it first hand I suppose. I cried like a child myself .
Know what I think? We've frightened Barney (original poster), will he be seen again? Someone should've warned him that we never stay on topic .
Barney is a CPer, he's used to threads straying off topic!!!
Ogg wrote:There is nothing that can compare to the birth of one's own child. You have to experience it first hand I suppose. I cried like a child myself .
Both of my children were born by C-Section, so I got the "twofer" each time: watching my child be born, and watching my wife get splayed open like a trout. Quite a bizarre, surreal mix.
As for crying, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Any man who doesn't cry at the end of Field of Dreams is dead inside.
Life in two dimensions is a mass-production scheme...
ER wrote:...watching my child be born, and watching my wife get splayed open like a trout. Quite a bizarre, surreal mix.
ER wrote:As for crying, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Any man who doesn't cry at the end of Field of Dreams is dead inside.
My son began playing rugby (like american football but tougher, without the protection) last year. Being a big lad and displaying a natural aptitude for the sport, he soon found himself in the A team and scored on his home debut...and away debut...and cup debut . The very first time he scored a try (like a touchdown but tougher, without the protection ) I felt my eyes glaze and fought against my owerwhelming tears of pride, I was in public you know. The tale iis often repeated much to the amusement of others "Dad cried when Josh scored..." .
I'm afraid Field of Dreams didn't touch me to deeply but, then again, I find it difficult to get emotional over baseball.
There is, however, one fil that is guaranteed to have bawling my eyes out - Schindler's List. The moment at the end when the survivors file past the camera, accompanied by the actor who played them in the film, to pay tribute to Oskar Schindler gets me every time.
'Do not despise the snake for having no horns, for who is to say it will not become a dragon?'
Ogg wrote:Know what I think? We've frightened Barney (original poster), will he be seen again? Someone should've warned him that we never stay on topic .
Barney's from Counterparts....they're used to not staying on topic over there too.
Don't tell me about rock and roll I'm out there in the clubs and on the streets and I'm living it! I am rock and roll!
The great man himself wrote:Ogg wrote:
Know what I think? We've frightened Barney (original poster), will he be seen again? Someone should've warned him that we never stay on topic .
Barney's from Counterparts....they're used to not staying on topic over there too.
EndlesslyRocking wrote:As for crying, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Any man who doesn't cry at the end of Field of Dreams is dead inside.
Then call me dead inside.
Seriously though, I found the ending to The Natural or The Rookie to be way more of a tear jerker then Field of Dreams.
Don't tell me about rock and roll I'm out there in the clubs and on the streets and I'm living it! I am rock and roll!
EndlesslyRocking wrote:As for crying, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Any man who doesn't cry at the end of Field of Dreams is dead inside.
Then call me dead inside.
Seriously though, I found the ending to The Natural or The Rookie to be way more of a tear jerker then Field of Dreams.
I already knew you were dead inside.
Life in two dimensions is a mass-production scheme...
EndlesslyRocking wrote:As for crying, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Any man who doesn't cry at the end of Field of Dreams is dead inside.
I'm really going to have to see that movie someday. I don't like baseball at all, but everyone keeps saying, "It's not about baseball!"