I’m not a weeper. I rarely cry at movies. Kind, thoughtful actions don’t send my ducts into overdrive. I leave weddings dry-eyed.
But, in the midst of a conference about science and cerebral palsy, I found tears leaking out under my glasses.
I hadn’t heard a great medical break through, it was a song dedicated by singer-songwriter and disability-advocate Jeff Poolton. He dedicated it to his parents.
Maybe it was because I wasn’t expecting to be moved, but it hit a nerve.
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