I read books. sometimes I write things down. My wife reads books. She probably reads more than I do. She got completely absorbed in a book recently, and it is also a movie recently in theaters. I like movies. Often when it is after dinner time and we are channel-surfing, we happen upon “Forrest Gump”. Most times, we just watch it. Usually… from that point on. I like a good story, and I imagine most people do. I can’t remember the last book I read that was made into a movie, and I thought the movie was perfect… it nailed what the book was to me. But then again, I don’t read a lot of books (yet).
Last night we watched the movie of the book my wife has been reading lately. That movie is “The help”. I had a basic idea of the premise, but not much more. Throughout the movie, and in the final analysis, according my wife… it was different. Some parts were stretched, omitted, or created… for the sake of the story, so to say.
For me, it was quite a story. It passed through a lot of parts, and times, that the movie Forrest Gump did. Right around the time I was born. I can only imagine raising our sons during that time, and in that place. Parts of that generation are what I grew up with, but I want to believe that chapter in our nation’s history is over. It is not something we need to pass on to our sons and daughters.
A few years ago, I was in Savannah Georgia. I really don’t believe in coincidence much anymore, but strangely that is the same city where two things happened. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. gave a very famous speech in a church that is still standing, AND that is where parts of the movie Forrest Gump were filmed. Especially the bus stop scene. The bench. I stood on the spot where that bench once did (it is since in a museum there), and thought a lot about the 60’s and the growing pains our country went through.
Through it all, I believe we all need a little help. Not like the Beatles sang, and not like this movie I watched with my wife. The help we all need is in treating people, all people… as we would like to be treated. Yes, I know… it’s the golden rule. But how did our country, founded on such laws (and rules) as this, stray so far? That is not a question I can answer. A lot of wars, and a lot of pain cannot properly answer that question. I do know that for myself on a day-to-day basis… if someone asks for my help… even you who are reading this. I want to believe, with all that is within me, that I would be able to give you the help you need.