Why is it that kindness is what brings me to tears? When people do something nice for me, or give me a sincere compliment, I can't help the tears that well up in my eyes. It is the warmth, and the hospitality and feeling at home that makes me miss Baltimore so much. When I get an e-mail from a friend who says that I am good friend, and it is hard to find those, that's when I cry. Or when I think about someone going out of their way to help me is when I find myself sniffling. It is those little touches of kindness that get to me. I think it is love for those in my life, and for those around me that brings the tears, because I know that is what I feel when I think about those kindnesses. I think love really is about giving, even when it is just something small.