In Which I Sobbed in Public for One Hundred Consecutive Minutes

Bevan and I saw a matinee performance of Come From Away at the Golden Gate Theater today and I whole-body happy-bawled the entire damn time.


When it was over and we were slow-shuffling our way to the exits, Bevan squeezed my hand and said, “I’ve never seen you cry like that at a show.”

Because I haven’t.

When the Twin Towers fell in 2001, 38 airplanes were diverted to Gander, Newfoundland for several days, stranding nearly 7,000 passengers. Without giving it a second thought the 10,000 inhabitants of that tiny town in Canada turned their lives upside-down to welcome them. They donated blankets and clothing and food, lent out spare rooms and phones and barbecues, and made the darkest of situations a great deal brighter for 7,000 terrified travelers.

And the incredible part is, the story’s true.

I’d braced myself for a musical about 9/11, and while Come From Away sort of is, it’s mostly about strangers showing genuine kindness to strangers.

And that’s worth crying about.