Bombarded by a constant stream of man made tragedies and natural disasters, I more often than not find myself reacting with little more than a numb sense of detached voyeurism. Maybe it’s simply information overload, but it bothers me that I rarely feel anything other than a mundane sense of empty pity before casually moving on with my day.
But once in a while I find myself emotionally upended by a small tale well told through intimate strokes.
Jeffrey Wright’s story tugged every last heart string I thought had been lost. Watching this man’s magnificent state of everyday grace combined with his joyful, overwhelming generosity of spirit nearly undid me.
Make the screen large and give it three minutes of your time.