The Obsessed Programmer

A man crying at a movie is silly.  Yet somehow, a man recounting elegantly how he wept at a portrayal of human love and loss is beautiful, admirable, and tender.  But if that man was watching a pirated copy of such a portrayal, well … that’s just pathetic.

I admit it.  I cried watching my Swedish-subtitled copy of Finding Neverland.  I think the reason I got so emotionally involved in the film is because I identify so closely with the main character, the author of Peter Pan.  The man had such a love of children, and also of childhood.  I truly believe that there is no greater satisfaction in this life than that found in receiving the innocent adoration of children.  The only possible rival is in helping a child grow.

I remember teaching my toddler sister Miriam to pray late one night.  Explaining to her the love of God, who it was she was speaking to.  I lay awake for hours that night, gazing into eternity as I considered what I had done.

I guess that means I like kids.  I should look into getting some of my own one of these days…

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