What’s the last thing that made you cry in public?

I was on the bus yesterday, just after lunch, and someone played a violin piece I hadn’t heard in years—something by Ysaÿe, maybe. The way the bow caught the light as it lifted… I don’t know. I closed my eyes and suddenly I was back in the OR, holding a scalpel during a long case, and I thought: I used to believe I could fix everything. Now I just want to remember how it felt to be certain of anything.