I cried at the LA Marathon


I cried during the LA Marathon last month.

Not tears of sorrow but tears of "Omg,the human race is so awesome!"

I live near Mile 22 of the LA Marathon and took my morning walk along the route the runners ran. The sidewalks were crowded with people cheering on the runners. People were yelling, ringing bells, slamming noisemakers together, and clapping their hands. There was so much excitement in the air, all to help others make it across the finish line.

Watching those people cheer on the runners for no other reason than to cheer them on was incredible. They did it because they wanted to help. They knew at some level that their cheering and clapping and words of encouragement would make a difference.

They expected nothing in return.

They just wanted to help others do a difficult thing.