What is pain? French bread

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After watching Remember the Titans two more times today*, it got me to thinkin'.  Remember the Titans is just a good movie.  No matter what I want to teach, I could find a lesson in this movie.  I happen to be teaching about segregation, which is a sufficiently obvious theme of the movie, but I could have almost as easily taught about obesity in today's youth or women's rights or French stereotypes.  Almost.

I felt like the movie was speaking to me today.  And it wasn't just any voice, it was that of Denzel Washington.  "What is pain? French bread." The French love their bread.  They also love it when other people are in pain.  Maybe they don't love the fact that you are in pain, but they do love to help people when they are hurt.

I have had more strangers talk to me in the past week than ever, in all my time spent in France.  On the way to the symphony an 86 ½ year old woman let me on the bus before her.  I have had more men try to help me walk than can be humanly expressed.  Just today I had 4 people talk to me.  This is abnormal. Maybe I can find insight into this behavior in Remember the Titans.  I should watch it again.

Other than having a slight ankle malfunction, the weekend was fantastic.  I received a delicious dinner made in my own home by Charlie, free symphony tickets, Super Bowl fun at Lindsey's, and great company all weekend long.  (Greg, Melissa, and Krista helped fill up the apartment.  It made it feel like home.)

The best way to spread American cheer
is singing loud for all to hear.

 
Next weekend I told my rugby team that I would dress up like a cheerleader and come and cheer for the team's first home game.  I'll take pictures.

If cheering doesn't work out, there's always jousting.

*Total for the past 2 weeks is now at 16