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There was a time I felt cold as ice; I didn’t even really understand the meaning behind the words empathy or sympathy. I can still remember wondering upon hearing of this or that tragedy how those who sincerely mourned though not personally affected could be upset. I think to some extent I shut all emotions down during and shortly after middle school. Boys are both directly and indirectly taught to do so, and a bit of trauma will take care of the rest.
Jesus marked the turning point for me; the stone came to life. Growing older and maturing certainly played its part too. I’m still not the most adept at feeling, but thanks to God (and my girlfriend who He brought along) I’m getting warmer.