The older I get, the more easily I cry. I rarely make it dry-eyed through the prayer time at church. Newspaper articles have made me well up more than once.
But I never cried while reading a movie review. Till I read the one for United 93.
The older I get, the more easily I cry. I rarely make it dry-eyed through the prayer time at church. Newspaper articles have made me well up more than once.
But I never cried while reading a movie review. Till I read the one for United 93.
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I just know that I won’t be able to watch that movie. After 9/11/01, it was months before I was able to sleep at night - I’d just sit on my comforter, upright, watching CNN obsessively all night. Every night I’d watch the images of the planes, the buildings, the smoke, the chaos, and wonder how this could be happening. I still wonder, I just don’t let myself think about it.
“Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,
that here obedient to their laws we lie” — Simonides
I cried when they were talking about it on the radio this morning.
The pilots wife lives near us, and I can’t imagine her grief yet pride at watching that movie.
I don’t know if I’m going to be able to watch it. It still seems so fresh in my mind.
I cant watch that yet. Its too intense. But then again, I cant watch King Kong either. It makes me want to strangle mankind.