I rarely get to the point of a fever and "hurling" or even just sick in general. But just in time for our big trip to England/Scotland/Wales I am sick...profoundly so.
Last night I had come home from service, ordered my chicken kabob over Greek salad and coke, rented a movie, and finished up some work left over from the week. I chatted a while with a certain bloke who was looking to talk to other members of my household, but I couldn't shake the feeling that my joints were rusting over and someone was waving their blowtorch in my face. I tried to go to sleep only to toss and turn in discomfort so many times that I gave into hysterical sobbing. Emotionally I was drained too and I needed some comfort. Even after 5 years away from home and being 23 years old I still feel the urge to call for my Mom when I get to this particular low.
After a particularly wretched scene involving my digestive pyrotechnics and more tears, I knew a little distraction would help, but I didn't feel par to reading an Awake/Watchtower or 2006 yearbook. So I went into our living room, cacooned in our blue quilt and searched our library of films for something to ease my exhausted breakdown. I almost shoved the ever so girly Anne of Green Gables into the VCR (yes we still have one of those) but I opted out for a REAL feel-good movie, United By Divine Teaching.
There are few, a very few, videos that affect me on a deep level. But this one always does. And I am always truly happy by the time it gets to the climactic end where all the International Delegates are clapping, waving hankercheifs, and wiping bitterweet tears from their eyes. It invariably makes me cry with them. I cry when the little South African boy gives his talk and aces the gestures his dad coached him on. I cry when you find out that the family in Bogata is finally reunited when the mother returns to the family and decides to get baptized. I cry when I see all the hard work that goes into cleaning and setting up the convention sites. I cry when I see the little kids helping out in this area. I cry when the show all the new releases in the respective languages ...and the excitement on everyones' faces as they get their own copy. Most of all, I cry at the baptisms. But I'm not sad, I'm really very happy when I watch this film! Because it's such a real and personal joy- our worldwide brotherhood- I can not help but become engrossed and affected.
Other movies that affect me every single time: Father of the Bride, Little Women.
Movies that make me feel good, nostalgic: What's Up Doc?, Disney's The Kid, Babe, Anne of Green Gables & Anne of Avonlea. (Yes I am that girly)
I remember back when I was teenager I watched a film about Hemmingway's life but the ending was so upsetting, disappointing and true to life that I was depressed for days on end. That's why I can't watch true life stories where they end with the main character dying or else not everyone lives "happily ever after".
There's enough sadness in the world, why entertain yourself with it?
Last night I had come home from service, ordered my chicken kabob over Greek salad and coke, rented a movie, and finished up some work left over from the week. I chatted a while with a certain bloke who was looking to talk to other members of my household, but I couldn't shake the feeling that my joints were rusting over and someone was waving their blowtorch in my face. I tried to go to sleep only to toss and turn in discomfort so many times that I gave into hysterical sobbing. Emotionally I was drained too and I needed some comfort. Even after 5 years away from home and being 23 years old I still feel the urge to call for my Mom when I get to this particular low.
After a particularly wretched scene involving my digestive pyrotechnics and more tears, I knew a little distraction would help, but I didn't feel par to reading an Awake/Watchtower or 2006 yearbook. So I went into our living room, cacooned in our blue quilt and searched our library of films for something to ease my exhausted breakdown. I almost shoved the ever so girly Anne of Green Gables into the VCR (yes we still have one of those) but I opted out for a REAL feel-good movie, United By Divine Teaching.
There are few, a very few, videos that affect me on a deep level. But this one always does. And I am always truly happy by the time it gets to the climactic end where all the International Delegates are clapping, waving hankercheifs, and wiping bitterweet tears from their eyes. It invariably makes me cry with them. I cry when the little South African boy gives his talk and aces the gestures his dad coached him on. I cry when you find out that the family in Bogata is finally reunited when the mother returns to the family and decides to get baptized. I cry when I see all the hard work that goes into cleaning and setting up the convention sites. I cry when I see the little kids helping out in this area. I cry when the show all the new releases in the respective languages ...and the excitement on everyones' faces as they get their own copy. Most of all, I cry at the baptisms. But I'm not sad, I'm really very happy when I watch this film! Because it's such a real and personal joy- our worldwide brotherhood- I can not help but become engrossed and affected.
Other movies that affect me every single time: Father of the Bride, Little Women.
Movies that make me feel good, nostalgic: What's Up Doc?, Disney's The Kid, Babe, Anne of Green Gables & Anne of Avonlea. (Yes I am that girly)
I remember back when I was teenager I watched a film about Hemmingway's life but the ending was so upsetting, disappointing and true to life that I was depressed for days on end. That's why I can't watch true life stories where they end with the main character dying or else not everyone lives "happily ever after".
There's enough sadness in the world, why entertain yourself with it?
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