Empathy: the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another ...
That's me, you know: an empathetic sort of guy. Kind of a sentimental slob. At least at times.
I can remember bawling my eyes out over a death scene on some Walt Disney show when I was ~11. I can no longer tell you the name of the particular show, but it involved a lingering death scene with a schmaltzy farewell by he who was about to part from this veil of tears. I had to leave the room for a wee bit of a sniffle (alright, it was a full blown sob), and my dad followed me to tell me that it wasn't real. Well, I knew that, but it got to me anyway.
I'm still a bit that way. Some of the reality singing and dance shows leave me wiping my eyes when they feature a person on who has overcome much adversity.
And it's just as well that Oprah is off the air, because some of her stories would also find me dabbing discretely at the corner of my eyes.
So, there you have it. I am an older guy, but not a crusty older guy. Go ahead and make fun of me if you want to. It doesn't matter because I don't cry for myself, just in empathy with others.