WALK THE LINE

I am gonna break away from the sports theme this time. Well, its kinda sports related. I am typing this on the way to a indoor football game. I just finished watching the movie, “Walk the Line” the truth-life love story of Johnny and June Carter Cash. Hollywood dolls up any story, but the jist of the story is that when Johnny Cash was in his worst moments June Carter stood by him as a friend. From what I saw, even though he was married, she tried to do right and avoid ruining Johnny’s already troubled marriage. That’s not to say Johnny wasn’t pushing every step of the. It’s a story of a woman who was committed to a person and the right thing… or trying to do the right thing. That commitment carried on to June’s parents. About an hour and fifty minutes into the movie, it dawn on me just how committed the Carter’s were to the seemingly nare-do-well Cash. A drug dealer came to Johnny’s house. The Carters were there watching and trying to get him help. Just as the pusher came to the door, he was greeted by June’s parents brandishing double-barrel shot guns. Naturally the dealer high-tailed it away.

But what you don’t see, these seemingly good-natured, loving, moral people were willing to do whatever it took, whatever it took to keep their friend John ny Cash from plunging deeper, even if it took a little shotgun-diplomacy. That wasn’t their nature, but they did it.

We all need friends like that, friends who don’t put up with our destructive life-styles, that will lay it on the line. That’s more than just good feelings, that’s love. That’s an intentional discussion.