Tonight my 7 yr old daughter asked me about ships that were lost at sea. Since she knows me to be a former sailor, I’m the resident expert on the topic. She mentioned the Titanic. We pulled out the laptop, and looked up some pictures of the Titanic; the beautiful chandeliers, the Grand Staircase, all the fabulous shipboard adornments that those that had the money and status could afford. Truly, the Titanic was a majestic ship.
I then told her about the other side of the Titanic. All the people that had saved their money for years to purchase a ticket on a ship bound for the United States with the hope of a new and better life. Those same third class passengers that were trapped below decks and had no chance of reaching the main deck as the Titanic sank. Those passengers that were transported in what was known as “steerage”.
I started to cry….I felt for them…. I heard their pain…. what it must be like to have put all your hopes and dreams into the chance of a new and better life in the United States, only to meet your demise in the icy cold waters of the Northern Atlantic.
My crying was obvious, even to my daughter, who went and grabbed me a tissue.
I loved it. I loved every moment of it. Here I was, crying! Oh my God! I haven’t had this ability in so long. The ability to cry because I feel someone else’s pain! The ability to cry when events are truly sad. How incredible to have that emotion again!