i came home sick today, due partly to the change in the weather, but mostly from exhaustion- with the sole purpose to sleep. couldn’t. that’s murphy’s is it not?! so i put in a movie, one of the two that usually knocks me out. not that they are boring, just predictable and slow moving. today’s choice: Cinderella Man. didn’t work.
now, since i stayed awake this time i paid more attention and got more out of it. at one point in the movie, when he’s made his comeback and the reporters ask him why he thinks he can make it this time, he tells them, because now he knows what he’s fighting for.
let’s recap a bit shall we… he was a boxer, prime. then he got older, things got broken and broken again. not so prime anymore. then the great depression came. lost everything. no work. no money. no food. getting older still and tired. a wife, three little kids. how to support them? where would the resources come from? another chance at being a prime boxer. although some weren’t so sure.
so when the reporter asked him what he was fighting for he answered “milk”. you see before, when things were good and taken for granted, the reasons were… wanted. but now the reasons are… needed.
it seems that we’ve lost sight of the fight in our homes, businesses, dare i say churches. maybe we never had sight. a-ha! that would explain a lot wouldn’t it?
what are you fighting for? milk or milk money?
