i was “forced” to watch my grandchildren for a while this evening, so my 4 year-old granddaughter and i watched toy story 3 for the forty-first time. would you think me strange if i confessed to you that i cried? again? for the forty-first time?
there is one line at the end of that movie that destroys me. andy is going away to college and he is entrusting his beloved toys to the care of a little girl named bonnie. andy introduces them to bonnie one-by-one until he finally comes to his oldest and dearest friend, sheriff woody. andy is struggling with his feelings as he says to bonnie:
Now Woody, he’s been my pal for as long as I can remember. He’s brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind, and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special, is he’ll never give up on you… ever. He’ll be there for you, no matter what.
maybe this line was especially moving to me because of what i’ve been through this week. one of my best friends got hurt. really bad. and i have felt helpless to do/say the right thing. maybe there isn’t a right thing to do/say. all i know to do is to try to be that friend who will “never give up on you…ever.”
at the end of the day, maybe that’s one of our deepest human needs–to have someone is our corner who is “brave, like a cowboy should be.”
someone who’ll “be there for you, no matter what.”