Real men don't cry?

Really,
       Real men don't cry? Who said? The little red car isn't running right. I am watching a savings account slowly dwindle due to shortened work hours. Things are happening at work that aren't exactly assuring. (I won't detail them here.) It is fall and most of the projects I wanted to do this summer are left undone. A leaking roof, a room that needs cleaned out, some pipes  that need re-plumbing, lots of shelves to  be built, and did I mention a propane tank that needs filled? Now that I sit here and list a few of these it doesn't seem like much to cry about really, but I don't feel any better. Maybe it is because every now and then men have to cry. Then they will dig deep  find out why they are here and what is important. I came home from work today on the verge of tears. I don't why either, I don't think my job is that stressful. Anyway, this too shall pass. I have a wonderful wife, a healthy baby, and a loving church family. Now that is worth crying about, happy tears that is. You know, now that I think about it, there are men I know that I respect very much, and they cry too. Even Jesus cried. So it must be OK.
        Anyway, I think I will be OK in the end. This is life. So I guess I have to square my shoulders and face it like a man. Tears or no tears. (It could be the weather too, who knows.)

 That is all. I will quit complaining now. God is good and so are tears. 

P.S.   There are real reasons to cry though and those reasons have to do with eternal souls. Some one you love throws it away, broken homes, and so on.