Moved to tears

I was reminded last night of something I heard said by Jim Valvano. For those of you who don't know who that was, he was, in simplest terms, a coach. He is most commonly known as Jimmy V and he died of cancer. At the ESPN, Espy Awards a few years back, they gave Jim Valvano an award and he gave a speech that rings through those who heard it being punctuated with the words, "Don't give up! Don't ever give up!" Those aren't the words I was reminded of. The ones that came to me last night were part of a list of things someone should do on a daily basis. One of those things was, "...be moved to tears..."
Last night, I was moved to tears. I was watching a show on ESPN called E60. It's like the sport's version of 60 Minutes. Anyway, there was a segment about the mascot from The University of North Carolina that died in a car accident. This young man made the choice, a very verbal emphatic choice, to be an organ donor. His organs were donated to at least four different people. All of these people were brought back from the brink of death. The parents of this young man received an opportunity to meet these recipients and vice versa.
I was doing well up until the point where it showed the meeting. At that point, for some reason, I couldn't hold back the tears. This young man's choice gave one man the ability to go back to work on his farm, another man went from being bed-ridden to being able to spend time with his teenage children, yet another will now be able to watch his young children grow up and last, a teenage boy will be able to try out for the high school basketball team. Just to see the mixture of emotions, not just the elation for a new lease on life, not just the thankfulness for the gift they had received but also to watch the guilt that some underwent because they lived while this young man had to die.
What else can I say? I was moved by the whole experience. In fact, moved to tears.