So today I'm on a flight from Houston to Los Angeles and instead of entertaining myself with the usual recently downloaded tunes in my iPod or reading the latest edition of the Harvard Business Review I took part in the in flight movie. The movie was Yes Man staring Jim Carey, however about 10 minutes into the film it began to flicker so they decided to change it to Marley & Me. I've heard of the movie but never took the extra effort to Netflix it due to lack of appeal. It's the story of a coupe who adopts a puppy to begin the process of caring, caring for a life, animal or otherwise. So here I am 6'1 260 broad shoulders kind a guy’s guy (relative) watching this sappy movie in the middle seat between two ladies in the 38th row of a jumbo jet. If you haven't seen it...IT'S SAD!
And is the case with any chick flick about lifelong friendships with animals, be it horses (black beauty), or dogs or otherwise they all seem to lead up to that one tear jerking death scene.So there I am looking away trying not to tear up but I'm met with screen after screen on small tv’s the length of the plane … unable to escape this tragically sad scene of the dog being euthanized. By now, the ladies on each side of me are crying and I try to think of anything but death, death of this dog, anything to fight back a tear. Biting my tongue, shaking my leg, laughing and then finally the killer line "A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not.” Shit, tears begin to stream and I try not to move or draw attention to myself. During this still moment too afraid to acknowledge my emotions, I began to reflect on my life to recall all those that made me feel rare and extraordinary. I'm extremely blessed... And so must the two guys behind me ... I feel the need to thank them for crying too... For drawing the attention away from myself and onto deconstructing the stereotype that guys must be emotionless. To end a great movie the little old lady to my left leaned over and said “real men cry as it is just pain leaving the body, don’t be afraid.”
Cheers from my iPhone notepad on the decent into LAX