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Today I was willing to throw away the way I live my life. The whole huggable giant I've been know to be. The tall guy that always tries to be there for anyone, even if he hate said person. But then, I remembered what keeps me going, what keeps me trying my hardest to be as polite and as nice of a person as I can be. What is that, you ask? Well, it is a movie I watched in the fourth grade.
I was around nine years of age, and a complete little {expletive hax0rd by Cspace}. Today, in Mr.Dundas's fourth grade class we were going to watch a movie. Everyone was excited, and sat around the TV waiting for it to be turned on. Mr.Dundas first talked about the movie, explaining it very vaguely so we would be kept in suspicion.
He turned on the film, and the movie began, right as the title, which I do not know, and it saddens me.
It started off with a young Chinese boy around the age of seventeen, getting up in the morning, and putting on his train conductors hat. He walked outside, admired his beautiful train with complete bliss, whipping away any tiny mark he saw on his train. He would then walk to the door of the train, let on his passengers while greeting each one eagerly. After everyone was aboard his train, he would start the morning calls, naming every stop that was going to be taken, then getting to the front of his train and starting it.
The train would start moving, and he and all of his passengers would begin there wonderful journey. He would announce every train stop as the train reached them, and graciously thanking each customer for taking his train. But once he got into town, there were these children at the pond, he greeted them, but the yelled back at him for no reason, calling him an idiot, a retard, a shame of his mothers. They then begin to toss rocks at him, one sticking him in the head and causing him to slightly bleed. But instead of throwing one back or shouting back hurtful words, he replied to them with a simple sentence: "My job is to get my passengers were they need to be, and I don't care what you think." His train then made it into the town, and for some reason, all of the adults of the village basically did the same to him as the children at the pond.
He made it back home, he took off his hat, and went to bed. The sun rose again, and he did the same as he did the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. Now one thing I failed to mention was, the train never existed. He would get in nothing, greet no one, polish nothing, and even make the sounds of his train. It was like this till the end of the movie.
The credits began to roll, and I sat there, lips quivering till I finally just began to cry out, whimpering like a little dog in this group of fourth graders. After seen this movie, after watching this young boy and the village he lived in, I knew how I was going to live my life. I hate no one, I judge no one, and I try to be as kind of heart as I can be. And of course it will get me no where in this century but hey. " My job is to get my passengers were they need to be, and I don't care what you think"
I was around nine years of age, and a complete little {expletive hax0rd by Cspace}. Today, in Mr.Dundas's fourth grade class we were going to watch a movie. Everyone was excited, and sat around the TV waiting for it to be turned on. Mr.Dundas first talked about the movie, explaining it very vaguely so we would be kept in suspicion.
He turned on the film, and the movie began, right as the title, which I do not know, and it saddens me.
It started off with a young Chinese boy around the age of seventeen, getting up in the morning, and putting on his train conductors hat. He walked outside, admired his beautiful train with complete bliss, whipping away any tiny mark he saw on his train. He would then walk to the door of the train, let on his passengers while greeting each one eagerly. After everyone was aboard his train, he would start the morning calls, naming every stop that was going to be taken, then getting to the front of his train and starting it.
The train would start moving, and he and all of his passengers would begin there wonderful journey. He would announce every train stop as the train reached them, and graciously thanking each customer for taking his train. But once he got into town, there were these children at the pond, he greeted them, but the yelled back at him for no reason, calling him an idiot, a retard, a shame of his mothers. They then begin to toss rocks at him, one sticking him in the head and causing him to slightly bleed. But instead of throwing one back or shouting back hurtful words, he replied to them with a simple sentence: "My job is to get my passengers were they need to be, and I don't care what you think." His train then made it into the town, and for some reason, all of the adults of the village basically did the same to him as the children at the pond.
He made it back home, he took off his hat, and went to bed. The sun rose again, and he did the same as he did the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. Now one thing I failed to mention was, the train never existed. He would get in nothing, greet no one, polish nothing, and even make the sounds of his train. It was like this till the end of the movie.
The credits began to roll, and I sat there, lips quivering till I finally just began to cry out, whimpering like a little dog in this group of fourth graders. After seen this movie, after watching this young boy and the village he lived in, I knew how I was going to live my life. I hate no one, I judge no one, and I try to be as kind of heart as I can be. And of course it will get me no where in this century but hey. " My job is to get my passengers were they need to be, and I don't care what you think"
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