Enough
The plane crashed and skidded to a halt. Acting on instinct a pair of soldiers rushed to the plane, unfastened the pilot’s seat belt, and pulled the German fighter away from the wreckage.
If you want to know what happens next, you’ll have to watch 1917.
As we descended the theater’s red carpeted stairs my companion said, “I don’t ever want to go to war.”
I have a connection who throws out a question to himself—by association I ask:
What would someone who loves themselves do today in the service of others and their cause?
I’m not exactly sure if I have a cause beyond I/Thou.
Our interconnectedness.
Like the web above.
Did you know vibrations in their webs alert spiders to their next meal?
Anyhow, after watching Lincoln and the Civil War on Friday night and 1917 and WWI on Saturday afternoon, I felt serving myself and others called for a revisit to Driving Miss Daisy on Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Is that enough?
I believe it is.
Like flight attendants advise….
Put on your own mask first?