Last night Paul and I finished watching “The Blind Side.” (I say finished because most movies take us more than one night to watch, not for any fault of the movie’s, but by the time we get the boys in bed we don’t have much time before I crash.) The previews made it look pretty skimpy in the quality department, like it was some cheesy thing thrown together with a couple of one-liners and Sandra Bullock playing a woman who never smiles. I didn’t like the previews, but I really liked the movie.
It goes well with the book I’m reading this week, “Three Cups of Tea.” Since you already know my preference of non-fiction over fiction I’ll spare you that. This book isn’t a page-turner because I’m wondering if he’ll survive his current predicament (kidnapped in Waziristan, or visiting the Afghanistani border the week of September 11th, 2001); I know he lives. It is a page-turner because of what he does, what he’s able to do, and how he does it. It’s thought-provoking.
The unifying theme from both of these two great stories really makes me think about my own life. So what if I donate blood? That’s nothing compared with what so many people in the world are doing for the lesser-fortunate.