My current job is pretty boring. In an ideal day, when everyone else has been doing their job well, I don’t have anything to really do, and I’d rather that than the alternative, which is tracking down the people who had the orders I’m reviewing and figuring things out. It really slows things down, and it interrupts my Netflix streaming.

It wouldn’t really matter that I have to pause shows so much, because I’m really only listening to shows that I’ve already seen, except that there’s this thing that’s been happening lately whenever something remotely emotional happens in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy1.

I tear up.

I tear up enough at some things that there are actual tears streaming down my face. These are almost always happy tears. Tears of hope from tiny, little, itty-bitty moments in the show.

I cry at TV shows because they give me hope. I know that they are scripted and fake, but the writers have to be able to imagine that people can be that good to write those characters, right?

On one of the episodes of Grey’s that I watched today, Dr. Shepherd was asked if things were OK as many traumas were coming in from a shooting. While the question was technically asking if things were covered, his response was, “None of this is OK.” Just that little statement, started things. Then, there was one of the victims.

The shooting in that episode took place on a college campus, and one of the professors was brought in when he fell out of a window. The paramedic said that he helped a dozen students get out of the window and onto the roof, away from the shooter before slipping as he went out himself.

There was no getting past that for me.

In a world where people walk in and start shooting in full movie theatres and religious temples, those little moments of faith remind me that those fictitious characters mean something. Even if the writers haven’t seen people doing the great things that they write them to do, they have faith that people are capable of those wonderful acts. That’s a lot of faith, and it gives me faith to see theirs.

It makes me want to take advantage of every moment that I have.

How do you keep faith in such crazy and frightening times?

  1. This doesn’t only happen with Grey’s Anatomy, it’s just what I happen to be watching right now. It happened a lot when I went through Buffy earlier this summer, and Doctor Who has the same effect pretty often.