A Woman's Tear----wow

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.'� 'That tear holds more then men could understand.'  'If a man was to shed her tear it  would look�enormous.'  ��  'For a woman's tear is full of unconditional love, power, sacrifice, beauty, pain and compassion.'  'All ten fold of what a Man is able to feel.'  'And that is my son,�why I made�her as close to being Supernatural.'  'She's my gift to the world she's an Angel on Earth.' ''Love her and praise her for there will be no other here on�Earth�that will Love you like I do then your Mother.' '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.'� ���������