If you haven't seen "127 Hours" run to it! I was walking home from my tutoring job in the Bronx and feeling quite sad and alone. I asked my spirit guide, Lena, to help me get out of this funk. Suddenly there was a penny on the crosswalk near the sidewalk. I bent down to pick it up, said thank you, but the usual happiness was not there. "Please help me." I asked again, my hope fading. As I put the penny into my coat pocket, I looked up and noticed I was right in front of my neighborhood movie theater. I'd been wanting to see "127 Hours". I looked at my watch. It was 5:15 pm. I looked at the showing schedule above the cashier and saw it started at 5:30 pm. But I want dinner! I thought. Yet, I bought a ticket and went in. I sat in the theater. I was the only one until minutes before the movie began, people came in and sat down. I pulled my coat up to me and put my gloves back on. When the movie started, I knew I was where I was supposed to be and I thanked Lena.
As I sat there and watched Aron Ralston's ordeal, I understood the identification I was having. Everything about the dynamics of relationship poured through me and I drank it in. An affirmation of life's abundance and appreciation rushed through me. Ralston's pain was mine. His epiphanies mine. Dormant seedlings sprouted inside and when the movie was over, I bolted from my chair with an exuberant clear knowing. The six or so of us in the theater, left with an awkwardness. I felt like speaking to them, but instead charged down the stairs and out the door, but I really wanted to turn around and say, "Wasn't that great?!" Their faces showed the realization without words. I left the theater and immediately thought of "It's a Wonderful Life."
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