I cry easily. I once burst
into tears when the curtain came down on the Kirov Ballet’s "Swan Lake". I still
choke up every time I see a film of Roger Bannister breaking the "impossible"
four-minute mark for the mile. I figure I am moved by witnessing men and women
at their best. But they need not be great men and women, doing great
things. Take the night, some years ago, when my wife and I were
going to dinner at a friend’s house in New York city. It was sleeting. As we
hurried toward the house, with its welcoming light, I noticed a car pulling out
from the curb. Just ahead, another car was waiting to back into the parking
space—a rare commodity in crowded Manhattan. But before he could do so another
car came up from behind, and sneaked into the spot. "That’s dirty pool." I
thought. While my wife went ahead into our friend’ s house. I
stepped into the street to give the guilty driver a piece of my A. A young person cheated of the best things in life. B. A genius athlete breaks a world record. C. A little girl suffers from an incurable disease. D. When the curtain comes down on a touching play.