Now that doesn' t sound like a very tough assignment， until you stop to realize that most of the men in that group were over 35 and were raised in the generation of men that were taught that expressing emotions was not encouraged. Showing feelings or crying was just not done. So this was a very threatening assignment for some.
At the beginning of our next class， I asked if someone wanted to share what happened when they told someone they loved them. I fully expected one of the women to volunteer， as was usually the case， but on this evening one of the men raised his hand. He appeared quite moved and a bit shaken.
As he unfolded out of his chair， he began by saying， "Dennis， I was quite angry with you last week when you gave us this assignment. I didn' t feel that I had anyone to say those words to， and besides， who were you to tell me to do something that personal？ But as I began driving home my conscience started talking to me. It was telling me that I knew exactly who I needed to say 'I love you' to. You see， five years ago， my father and I had a vicious disagreement and really never resolved it since that time. We avoided seeing each other unless we absolutely had to at Christmas or other family gatherings. But even then， we hardly spoke to each other. So， last Tuesday by the time I got home I had convinced myself I was going to tell my father I loved him.
"It' s weird， but just making that decision seemed to lift a heavy load off my chest.
"When I got home， I rushed into the house to tell my wife what I was going to do. She was already in bed， but I woke her up anyway. When I told her， she didn' t just get out of bed， she catapulted out and hugged me， and for the first time in our married life she saw me cry. We stayed up half the night drinking coffee and talking. It was great！
"The next morning I was up bright and early. I was so excited I could hardly sleep. I got to the office early and accomplished more in two hours than I had the whole day before.