"it's called empathy..."
been feelin' a lot of that lately-- from September 11th all through to today.
I remember watching a movie called "Frankie and Johnny" with Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeiffer, and there's a part in the movie where I believe one of Frankie's friends dies and Johnny, not really knowing this person, comes to the funeral, and he's crying and stuff, and then he says a prayer and leaves. Later, Frankie asks him how can he mourn for someone whom he knows nothing about, and he says,
"It's called empathy..."
That movie came out 10 years ago, and for some reason that line is truly the only thing I remember about it.
My friend Luis lost his little 5 year old brother on Friday in a car accident in Mexico. He and his family came back from Mexico tonight; so Ben, Larry, Christina, Francisca, and I went to see them to give our condolences. He's not the type that shows his emotions openly, so it's hard to tell if he's taking it okay or not. I don't have any brothers or sisters, so it's hard for me to put myself in his shoes, ya know? I mean, I want to say something encouraging, but I can't say, "It's gonna be alright" or "Everything's going to be just fine" or "I know how you feel" because I don't know... I just hate seeing my friends go through something so traumatic and not being able to help do anything about it. We only really know each other through work, but I can't help but mourn for him and his family.
It makes everything else seem so damn unimportant.