>Why Women Cry
>A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a
>woman," she told him.
>I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And
>you never will."
>Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry
>for no reason?"
>"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
>The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
>Finally he put in a call to God.
>When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so
>easily?"
>God said:
>When I made the woman she had to be special.
>I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
>yet gentle enough to give comfort.
>I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
>that many times comes from her children.
>I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else
>gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue
>without complaining.
>I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
>circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
>I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
>fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
>I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
>sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
>unfalteringly.
>And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use
>whenever it is needed."
>"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the
>clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her
>hair.
>The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the
>doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
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