I saw the “Dolphin Tale” with the family today.
To be honest, the only reason I went to see it was because my daughter wanted to.
What a touching story!
Charles Martin Smith took a “touchy-feely” story and made it even “touchier-feelier”.
So, this is the storyline: A lonely and friendless boy, Sawyer, finds and untangles a hurt dolphin that is caught in a crab trap. He becomes very attached to the dolphin. Unfortunately, the dolphin’s must be taken off to save the dolphin’s life. Sawyer believes the dolphin would be able to swim normally if it was given a prosthetic tail.
The most touching scene for me was when the little girl, an amputee, in a wheel chair touched the glass as Winter swam by in it’s aquarium with a stump for a tail and she said: “Mum, she’s just like me!”
How true…and she’s just like a lot of other Americans!
I thought of the country as a I watched the movie. I thought of all the people who could use a helping hand, who could use a “Sawyer” in their lives.
You see, a nation’s worth is not really in how many millionaires it churns out annually. No!
It is about how it takes care of it’s “Winters”. Those caught in “crab traps”, unable to free themselves. Those who’ve lost limbs, the will to go on, the purpose. Those who cannot face this fight called life alone.
We are at a time when care for the poor and needy is seen as “spending that needs to be cut. Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, Food Stamps…nothing is safe.
I am guilty of it like most in finding this the right thing to do to save the economy.
We see the single mother with five kids on drugs drawing welfare and we think all needy people don’t deserve our support.
We see that able-bodied man on welfare because of a phantom illness and our desire to help wanes.