Love Actually

What a fantastic movie, really and truly. I cried twice and laughed until my brain hurt. Everyone out there should immediately go watch the movie; or else. My heart is still too full from finishing it only seconds ago... I can't begin to do the movie justice.

On other notes, a Mr. Flat Stanley has come to live with Aaron and I for awhile. Poor chap, was flattened by a bulletin board apparently and is now at the dispossal of my neice's Kindergarten class. His objective is to mail himself around the world, embark on wonderful adventures, and then mail himself, pictures, and information back to his rightful Kindegartner. I plan on using him as my excuse to do all of the touristy-type things that I haven't done yet down here. First on my list is going to the MLK Jr. memorial here in Memphis where he was shot. After that I don't know where we'll go.

Speaking of MLK Jr., a fantastic guest speaker was at Lausanne where I subbed today. A Rev. Samuel B. Kyles, I believe. One of the three persons on the balcony when MLK Jr. was shot. Not that this unfortunate proximity automatically makes him a fantastic speaker on it's own account, but he most certainly was just that, an inspiring speaker. What stuck in my head was how close I was to history at that moment in the auditorium. All my life I've heard about Dr. King, and his assassination, but today, for 50 minutes, I was within a stone's throw of history made real. Textbooks and documentaries are one things, something that doesn't exist in my frame of living; yet there stood a man, parent of a Lausanne student, who with corny jokes about his age and poignant metaphors from Langston Hughes (a dying dream is like a broken-winged bird that cannot fly) turned history into a breathing, dreaming reality.