The superpowers of highly sensitive people

I cried three times in three days recently. When I heard a country song on the radio about a son missing his late father. When I saw the moon, Venus and Jupiter rise above a stunning sunset.

And when the massive old iguana that lived in my backyard—that I’d hated—died unexpectedly. “I know he was a nuisance, but I feel really bad for him,” I told a neighbor.