the human experience

I haven't cried in two months... until tonight.
"The Human Experience," a film by Grassroot Films, just ripped my heart out and put it back together, all in under two hours time. I saw a man, struggling with his homelife, a broken family, and an uncertain identity come to realization that there is hope, there is happiness, and there is faith in God. I saw the homeless people of New York City shed tears when they saw their brothers and sisters find homes for stray dogs, but left them in the cold. I saw innocent children of Peru abandoned at birth, bearing both natural and violence induced deformities overcome their struggles by the kindness of volunteers and the doggedness of medical staff. I saw a Ganian mother and her beautiful baby, with the biggest eyes I have ever seen, both misfortuned with AIDS. I saw an African man with leprosy, estranged by his own kin to live in a foresaken colony with others like him, rotting away exponentially. A homeless New Yorker said why he lives is for the sake of others. A little Peruvian boy with only one limb, a leg which he uses for everything, laughed and played. A leper stated that he liked the community in the Leper Colony, and that they worked together for everything, and that he was happy. A man forgave his unloving father after over ten years of absence.

How could I ever be unhappy, how could I ever want, how could I ever be complacent, when those with struggles astronomically larger than mine could ever be concerned for others, greatful, and even happy?

If you ever, ever get a chance to see this movie, do yourself a favor and see it. I literally laughed, cried, and was inspired by it. It displayed enormous humanity, humilty, and light.

And now I am even more determined to work for the bettering of the world.