Chonsi's afternoon at the mall
Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 2:04 pm
Two of my friends went with me to the mall this afternoon for lunch and to see the movie End of the Spear. They knew I had been waiting for weeks to see it, because I knew the families involved in the story. My father had also been a missionary for the same organization and had died on one of those jungle journeys into these indigenous areas.
We all entered the theater, looking at the billboards announcing the other features-like Big Momma and Annapolis. We found our cushy little seats in the theater and the sat back to watch the movie.
*yes, I did cry during the movie when they told the wives what had happened-it was almost like hearing them say it to my mother when it was my father’s plane that had went down*
But one half-hour before the movie was ended, right before the ending-the alarms go off, the theater is evacuated. I take my friends arms and led them to the exit signs, right into two naval officers trying to enter-they were going to see Annapolis! I told them, “Gentlemen, the theater isn’t open right now, but we would love your assistance to our cars.â€
Grand gentlemen that they are, they escorted the three of us to our car, and signaled the outpouring from the mall that was turning into a traffic jam of grand proportions. We escaped quickly, and headed home.
I will try again to see the movie so I can see the ending, so I can tell my mother how it was-she really wants to know. But I do not think she could bear to see that one part, even after all these years I could hardly bear to hear those words, that they were gone. Time does heal the heart, but the love for my father and others like him remain as indelibly impressed upon my spirit.
We all entered the theater, looking at the billboards announcing the other features-like Big Momma and Annapolis. We found our cushy little seats in the theater and the sat back to watch the movie.
*yes, I did cry during the movie when they told the wives what had happened-it was almost like hearing them say it to my mother when it was my father’s plane that had went down*
But one half-hour before the movie was ended, right before the ending-the alarms go off, the theater is evacuated. I take my friends arms and led them to the exit signs, right into two naval officers trying to enter-they were going to see Annapolis! I told them, “Gentlemen, the theater isn’t open right now, but we would love your assistance to our cars.â€
Grand gentlemen that they are, they escorted the three of us to our car, and signaled the outpouring from the mall that was turning into a traffic jam of grand proportions. We escaped quickly, and headed home.
I will try again to see the movie so I can see the ending, so I can tell my mother how it was-she really wants to know. But I do not think she could bear to see that one part, even after all these years I could hardly bear to hear those words, that they were gone. Time does heal the heart, but the love for my father and others like him remain as indelibly impressed upon my spirit.
