finally, finally, finally got to go see that movie i tired
to go see the day i got lost...the king's speech.
when i came home and was tellin' the guys about it,
i realized the thing that struck me the most was that the
guy had to keep on tryin' and tryin' and tryin'.
there was no magic thought that made it all easy for him.
even when it looked like he got a handle on it cause he
stood up for himself and claimed what he wanted, and there
for a few moments, he had it. he had his strength...
he had grabbed it...
but then.......he'd lose it again.
and he'd still struggle so darn hard.
that helped me.
that helped me a lot.
and then there was one moment that made me sit back in
my chair and just stare up at the speech therapist talking...
tellin' the king he didn't have to carry his dad around
in his pocket and that he didn't have to be scared of the
same things he was scared of when he was five.
no kidding, huh?
i liked the movie.
i liked what i took home from it.
and i sure liked the guy i went to it with.
all in all, a good event.