Ordinary Angels
Cheesy? Maybe but definitely moving
I had one of those days (again) but it’s fine. I am fine. I now call them “reset days”.
In fact, I only found out today was Easter Sunday when, earlier around 1pm, I drove to the supermarket and found the parking lot completely empty.
Why is it shut? Sundays are open until 4pm.
Well, not today.
Then I had a message from my friend Laura. We were together yesterday filming some titty talks (don’t ask) and she told me there was this French guy on Instagram leaving long comments under her posts talking about me. Well, Miss Dawson, you know. According to him, he lent me money for a bunch of completely ridiculous things. Including me being in Bolivia and having to pay some inheritance tax after my parents death 😯
Total insanity.
Why he is commenting on her account and not mine remains a mystery, but I can tell you that today, this was the last thing I needed.
Clearly, the man has been scammed by someone using my photos, because whatever story he believes, it has nothing to do with me.
There’s also been a few other things lately. A few realizations. About people. About life. About the general state of things.
And what I have realized is that you may find people smarter than me, more intelligent, with more credentials and therefore more credibility, more beautiful, certainly taller 🙄, less Spanish, etc. etc... but you won’t find anyone with more integrity than me.
Equal, yes.
More? No.
And integrity is something many people these days cannot exactly brag about.
Anyway. Venting done.
So I stuck some junk food in the air fryer, made myself a gin and tonic, and switched on Netflix (if the day had been normal, I’d be on Youtube instead).
Yep. That was the level of “a day” I was having.
And then, after the usual ritual of almost giving up because I can never find anything I actually want to watch, I landed on a film called Ordinary Angels.
I already knew I was going to need tissues, so I was prepared.
But man.
My heart melted like the ice in the gin. My eyes still hurt and my chest feels like someone has shoved a basketball under my ribs. Strange feeling.
I am going to spoil it a little, so fair warning, but it’s worth it. Especially now. Especially looking at the state of the world.
The film is based on a true story and yes, I’m sure parts of it are dramatized for tension and emotional impact (understandable) but it still hit hard.
Tip: when you have one of “those days” and feel like crying, watch it. Assuming you’re not a psychopath.
The basic story is about a little girl in Kentucky in 1994 who needs a liver transplant.
But that’s not even the part I want to talk about.
The last part of the film is one of the most powerful things I have seen in years.
What moved me was not just the little girl’s situation. It was watching a whole town step out of private life and into shared humanity. People shoveling snow. Searching. Calling. Organizing. Doing whatever they could. Not because they had to. Because they cared.
That was...wow! Not one hero but a whole community together.
Miracles do not always come from above. Sometimes they come through ordinary, flawed, struggling people who decide to care.
That, to me, is the deepest part.
Because ordinary lives are not ordinary at all.
And here’s what I believe: deep down, we are all like that. Kind. Loving. Compassionate. Our souls know there is only one of us here, scattered into millions of little sparks, wearing different faces and names and lives.
And yet, apparently, it takes extreme circumstances for that truth to break through.
Why?
Why do we wait until things become unbearable to remember each other?
We don’t actually want to fight each other. It makes no sense. We want to help each other. We want to love and be loved. We want to feel that we belong to something bigger than our own little private struggle.
Wouldn’t we all be happier if everyone else was happier too?
Utopia.
I know.
I’m not trying to sound silly or woo-woo. I know the world is not that simple.
But I will say this: the more people wake up to that truth and choose love over hatred, compassion over power, humanity over money, the better this place becomes.
And maybe that is what moved me so much about this film (well the fact I felt like shit did not help).
I also know there are many movies like this, which, to me, confirms that’s our natural state of being. I think I am going to look up “Pay it Forward” next. It’s coming to mind now and that one is definitely sobbing material.
If kindness moves us so deeply, that must mean something fundamental about who we are. Tell me: don’t you get moved when you see kindness and cooperation? And...don’t you get upset when you see war?
Then... Why are we still playing by the rules of a game that some psychopaths with deep issues decide in a board room? It’s just insane, isn’t it?
Have a great day/afternoon/evening/night 💞
Eva :)