(Make doubly sure you buy triple ply, lotion-imbued Kleenex.)
And, of course, this:
Cast Away is a Christmas movie. Christmas is in it. Really. This is probably just me, but I glean something new every time I watch Chuck Nolan (alias Tom Hanks) endure his trials and tribulations. Last night, I viewed again his transformation and recognized it went far deeper than a physical change. The test in this movie took a man -- confident, in control, at the top of his game -- and thrust him inside himself, inside pain, bereft of control.
Cliche-ish, I know, but true: certain experiences leave a life forever altered. Perspectives change because of them. Like castaway Chuck, the person is still the same guy or woman. But in some ways they are more themselves than they were.
More than you'll ever know...
Am I making sense? Ah, well, back to triple plies and hot orange juice.