Last week I was interviewed by a journalist; we've spoken several times over the years, and I value his professionalism.
Eighteen months ago, one conversation we had took an unexpected turn.
We stopped talking about the story and began talking about life and the trials many of us have had.
The journalist shared that he had lost a sibling to suicide.
I spoke about my own battle with depression during my police years. Before long, two people were sitting opposite each other with tears running down their cheeks.
No cameras, no interview, no professional roles.
Just two human beings sharing the pain of love and loss.
More recently, at the end of every conversation, this journalist always thanks me for taking the time to talk.
Yesterday, without thinking, I said something that surprised even me.
"No need to thank me; we are brothers now."
He looked puzzled.
I said, "Because we've shed tears together, and tears are closer than blood."
It stopped the conversation.
The older I get, the more I realise that some of the strongest bonds in life are not formed through genetics, titles, rank, wealth, or status.
They are formed in moments of vulnerability.
When someone trusts you enough to let you see their pain, when masks come off, when human beings stop performing and start connecting.
That moment of sharing and caring builds and strengthens bonds.
Maybe that's why so many people feel lonely today. We're surrounded by people but starving for connection.
Perhaps what we need isn't more followers, friends, or contacts. Perhaps we simply need more courage to let someone see our tears.
Sometimes tears don't make us weaker; sometimes they make us family.
Let’s talk!
Tears Bond Us!