I don't know why I am crying once again...do you?

I am just following my morning routine, but the tendonitis in my right hand is so painful this morning I had to sit still for a bit and just ice my hand...and then I started thinking about Ingrid Bergman in a movie called the Inn of the 6th Happiness, and all the extremely restrained but tear jerking moments in the movie...like the moment when the very last trucks provided for refugees are about to leave without the orphans, but Ingrid Bergman tells the orphans to SING...loudly and bravely...and they do...and someone HEARS them...and they make it...just in time.

And I am just sitting there...haven't seen that movie in years...icing my painful hand...and I don't know why I am shedding tears once again for those brave orphans.