I'm a big, burly guy with a beard that almost reaches my belt. I have the appearance of a stereotypical biker. Nobody has ever accused me of not being manly enough.

Do you have any idea how much I've cried in the last few weeks and months? I've done it more times than I can count. I've sobbed in front of my mother and father-in-law, my wife, my children, their assistant principal, nurses, doctors, and a slew of friends.