I usually cry at the drop of a dime, so I was shocked when I didn't cry earlier this year. I walked into work one morning and received the news that one of my friends, and co-workers, had died in an accident along with 2 others the night before. I felt like I was punched in the stomach, but somehow managed to deliver the news to several teachers' classes of students, who were too overwhelmed to do so themselves. Then, I had to explain to my ESL students, who could barely speak English(it was only two weeks in the year) what had happened. I had to find the words "killed" and "accident" in their respective dictionaries, and point to a picture of the teacher. I wanted to throw up, but I still didn't cry. At the end of the day, I got into my car, drove home, hugged my fiance and burst into tears.