We've all heard the saying "Moved to tears.." But how many of you have actually been moved to the point where you produce tears? It's not an easy thing to admit to. And honestly? I can't believe that I am about to write this. But this blog is an open portal to my heart. My thoughts. My words. My deep inner feelings.

I'm not sure when I became so sensitive to so many everyday occurrences. Certain songs, certain sights and visuals, and just basic human emotions. I guess the older I got, the more sensitive I became. Lord knows I was open to all kinds of emotions last year during my "Catch A Wave For Molly" surf campaign. Not to get too deep here, but we humans are the only living breathing creatures on the planet that experience this kind of stuff.

Or rather, to the degree in which we feel and experience them.

This week alone I was moved to tears by several moments of just such experiences. The latest was last night while watching the latest video on the Internet. It was the footage of Chopes that was shot with the new Phantom Camera. Ultra slow-motion. Sharp HD quality. It was mesmerizing. It was Breathtaking. Simply unforgettable images coupled with an eerie haunting soundtrack. I could not hold back.

That footage just moved me to tears. That and the soundtrack. Though I'm not 100% sure if they were tears of pure wonderment, or of absolute fear. Because lets face it, that place and those waves are not of this earth. Or the earth that I
live and breathe in. Thank God.

In fact, I felt as though I was watching something prehistoric.

I guess I was surprised at how I could once again be moved to tears by a simple video clip. But then again, theTeahupoo video clip is only one of several moments that moved me. That touched my soul. Some of the others were...

Whenever Buck Rowlee updates his CarePage it's always an emotional ride for me. This latest update is no different. He writes about his Bull Riding adventure and how Molly was there with him. I believe she was. I believe that there are many things on this great big blue earth that we do not understand. But we will someday. Death and Life. Life and death. How closely intertwined they are. The transparent door from this world to the next world. It's all there.

Buck is a beautiful person, with a beautiful family, and it's hard not to be moved by his beautiful words. I was.

Hearing from Phil Carey that he and Alison had their first child. A little girl named Reece. She was born on January 19th at 2:30PM. Mom and baby are doing fine. That news touched me. I realize that this is not earth shattering stuff, but these are my friends, and I've known Phil for a long time and to think that he has stepped up and into the world of parenthood touched me. And such a pretty name..."Reece". I am so happy for them and their friends and family.

The truth is, maybe I really am getting soft in my old age.

But then again, I find the "Ask Crackie" series to be entertaining. So I can't be that soft. I still have a slight edge. Though I admit, not nearly as sharp as the old Ralph. The edges are a bit smoother. In fact, I like to compare myself these days as like a new cleaning detergent. You know, THE NEW and IMPROVED RALPH. More user friendly I suppose.

The one moment that really touched me this week happened on Friday.

I had morning meetings until 11:30AM so I was tied up for most of the morning.
I figured there might be a waist high swell pushing in against the relentless offshore wind. And I was right. The Cams don't lie. There was a small swell. But by the time I got down there with my camera there was hardly anyone out that were getting rides. Just two guys, and they were more or less out there enjoying the day. Granted it was small. Still, you'd think that someone would come and surf these small but perfect waves. But alas, there was no one.

I was just getting ready to leave when Dale Pariseau walked up to my vehicle.
He said that Tim O'Shea was on his way. Tim is a friend who rides a longboard.
I mentioned Tim in my blog last week. He's the guy who lost his brother the week before. I know for a fact, that Time was close to his late brother Shawn. I had been waiting for this moment. To actually see Tim in person, to say how sorry I was for his loss. Face to face. It's not easy to do, but we all do this.

Because that's what friends do. And as surfers, we are even more so sad when the person we are mourning is also a surfer. Shawn was a surfer.

By the way, it's always a surprise to me to hear of adults not knowing what to
say to a friend, when they hear of something like this. When someone you know loses someone that they love, and are close to them, you simply say "I'm sorry." It's not reinventing the wheel. "I'm so sorry to hear about your loss..." What you say afterwards, is really up to you. But those first words mean so much to those who have lost loved ones.

I know, I've been there. And it's the same when you hear of someone being sick.

You say your sorry to hear this news. What you do not do, is say nothing. My sister recently said to me, that she did not know what to say to a loved one who told her that they were sick. "What do you say? What are you supposed to say?" I looked at her and said. "You say your sorry. How are you feeling? Are you
going to be OK? Can I do anything for you?" But you do not stick your head in
the sand and say nothing.

That's insensitive. That's rude. That's immature. That's wrong.

And when some friend loses a family member, you say "I'm sorry."

It's never easy, but think of your friend. You think it's easy for them? What do you think they are thinking if you say nothing to them? Come on. They'd feel terrible. All that silence does is prolong their sorrow. It makes it harder. Same with those who are sick, if you act like don't care or pretend you don't know, that makes it harder for them. And look, I'm not saying you go out of your way to dote on them, or to drop everything and just focus on them. I'm just saying a simple..."I'm sorry for your loss" if you are speaking about a passing, and "I heard that you were
not feeling well, I hope you feel better, and things get better for you." If you are speaking about an illness.

And then you treat them as you always have. Like the friend that they are.

So, there he was. Tim O'Shea. Walking in the new fallen snow. His board under his arm walking towards me. We embraced and I told him how sorry I was. We shared some personal thoughts and then he went out surfing with his good friend Dale Pariseau. I was touched by the brotherhood that these two shared. There was a bond between these two surfers. A silent but strong bond.

I was moved by the compassion and the love.

And as I watched them both enter the cold January water and paddle out. I took many photos of them both. I thought about my mantra..."Surfing Heals All Wounds" I smiled. And I then I thought to myself. As true as that is, it is equally true that having close friends by your side, can also heal all wounds. Especially close friends who surf.

Watching Tim and Dale share waves moved me to tears again. I snapped away.

I know there are more good people on this earth doing good things, then there are bad people doing bad things. That made me well up with tears of joy and happiness. I felt good about what I was witnessing. And I knew that Tim would
be OK. In due time, he would get better. And the simple act of Surfing and
close caring friends would help him get there.

Of this, I am certain.

Finally on Saturday I picked up my son Max and his friend Jesse at the airport. They had just returned from a two week surf vacation in Puerto Rico. They had
an experience that will last a lifetime. Surfing tropical waters, meeting and making new friends and just living the life of surf travel in the tropics. And let me say this. To those of you who live here in Northern New England, you know
what the tropics are all about in the dead of winter. It is such a treat.

Lord knows how many times I went to the tropics when I was a young man. There's nothing quite like it. You really have to experience it to know what I
speak of. Most of you have. But to those who have not. You need to save up
and get your ass out of here some winter. Even if for a week. Do it. The tropics are such a welcome relief for the cabin fever, or the bitter cold. And look, I know we have snowboarding and skiing. I'm just saying that warmer climates in the dead of winter are a real treat for cold water surfers.

And like the saying goes. Life is too short. Go Troppo!

So there I was getting emotional again seeing Max and Jesse. They had made that rite of passage. They had done what so many of us have already done. I felt good knowing that they not only had quite an experience but they did it without any hassles, or trouble in and out of the water. And that they had actually been thrifty, smart and safe. And their instinctive survival skills took over.

As a father who helped raise three children, you want to think that some good from my wife and I have rubbed off on our children. I'm happy to report that they have. Again, just a slight welling in my eyes, knowing all of this, made me smile.
I was for the third or fourth time this week, moved to tears. However, they were clearly tears of joy. Tears and cheers. Welcome home Max.


"Surfing Heals ALL Wounds..."