Whew! We made it to another Friday. Thank you God! It has been a week of ups and downs, emotional storms, and quiet cabin fever. Fingers crossed and the creek don’t rise, I will be driving a new to me car soon. The air conditioning on my sixteen year old Camry has been out for over a year and a half. This means that I haven’t driven it much and certainly not in the kind of weather plaguing southeast Texas this week and next. I’ll update this next Friday—pictures and all!
OM (Old Man—I’ll use these initials to refer to hubby) and I love movies and our preference is for classic films. There was a time when classic films meant movies from the 30’s and 40’s. We are old enough now that movies from the 80’s can now be considered classic. Oh well, can’t fight time so we now just have bigger pool of movies to enjoy!
Sunday we watched Driving Miss Daisy. I remember going to the theater to see it in 1989; I loved it then and have always had a soft spot for it. Watching it today, in the midst of all the current events, was an even sweeter experience and it now is on my list of all time favorite movies. Morgan Freeman has always been one of my favorite stars, and by all accounts available, a fine human being. I adore him. Jessica Tandy was, for over fifty years, one of the premier actresses to ever grace the stage or film. Their performances were magnificent. Watching their physical acting as much as listening to the dialogue told a story of human compassion, dignity, respect, friendship and ultimately love. Not romantic love, but the deep love forged in the fires of life. They spent twenty five years learning and growing as human beings.
If you have never seen this movie, I encourage you to consider it. Morgan Freeman’s character was not any kind of stereotype. He accurately represented a small town, Southern black man of his generation. Watch it long enough and you will see him demand and receive respect; it is done in the most loving and self determined way possible. He stood firm for himself. He was kind, respectful, and full of wisdom even when Miss Daisy appeared to not want him around. Yes, it was his job, but I dare say it was so much more. He was placed in the life of this old “rich Jewish lady” for a reason.
Who might God have placed in your life for a reason? I believe that we all have opportunities every day to extend kindness and love to those with whom we cross paths; often the more disagreeable the person the more important the kindness extended to them. Driving Miss Daisy show us a beautiful path to break down barriers and connect with other people. There are those who choose to look at the differences and become angry. I choose to look at the similarities and become kind. Kind voices are usually quiet. No public recognition, simply the personal knowledge of giving the best to a fellow human being.
May you not only be the recipient but the giver of kindness this weekend…