Earlier this week, some of us from the office went out for a co-worker's birthday. As many of us are "Lost" fans, (I got a few of them addicted), the show's impending end came up as a topic of discussion.
It seems all of us have theories on how it will end, who will die, what it all means. Ultimately though, there is one thing we all stated. We will miss it when it is gone.
It is not often something like a television show effects the lives of so many people. I doubt there were many who shed a tear when Charlie Sheen decided to up and quit his seven year hit. "Two and a Half Men" earlier this month, (though I thought it was selfish of him to put all of his co-workers out of work). Nevertheless, my point being, television shows that really touch us are few and far between.
The new "Battlestar Galactica" was the last show (besides "Lost") that really kept me engaged and hanging on for next week's show. Although I was disappointed in the last season, I cared about those characters and what would happen to change their lives. Who was a cylon? Would Laura Roslin's cancer stay in remission? Would Cally survive another episode?
It is odd how characters can become sort of a second family. My mother, for example, cares more about the on-goings in Geona City (the Young and the Restless) than her own family it sometimes seems. She's been watching that show since it's inception. I grew up with it. My Mom discusses the characters with me as if we all know one another and we may run into them down at the local Wal-Mart.
"Lost" sucked me in from the onset with that plane crash that rocked the television world. A two-hour pilot chock-full of action, mysteries and engaging characters kept me and millions of others glued for more. Six years later, it is now coming to an end. There will not be a "major motion picture" waiting in the wings like with "24". When it's over, it's over.
I will miss the analysis of episodes with my friends and fellow co-workers. I will miss hearing and reading the thousands of theories people have proposed, (and proposing a few hundred of my own). I will miss getting excited about logging on to Dark Ufo for some sneak previews and spoilers. There is so much I will be losing once "Lost" is off the air.
However, I am thankful for all the hours of fun and entertainment "Lost" has brought into my life. Thank you JJ Abrams, Carlton Cuse, Damon Lindleoff, and the entire cast and crew of "Lost" for brightening my life for six years. Best wishes to you all!
Acts of Kindness or NOT
The other day I was trying to put my mother's wheelchair in my car. As I struggled with the heavy item, her two neighbors stood and their yard and watched. I became frustrated when it finally couldn't get it in my Camry and shoved it back in the house and came up with a "Plan B".
While tooling around with my Mother who used an electric cart at Wal-Mart, (the Greeter was extremely helper in getting us one), I stewed about her neighbors. I could not understand why they just watched as they saw me obviously struggling. Why would someone not try to help someone else?
As I stood in the checkout line later, a baby in front of my had kicked off her pink sock and her parents had not noticed. I could have done nothing, left it on the ground, but I picked it up and handed it to the father. Both the Mom and Dad thanked me gratefully. I was touched, it was only a sock afterall.
I realized it is not always the big things that you do in life that count. It is the small things that you do for others. I'm going to strive to do what I can when I can for other people and hopefully never become like the gawking neighbors who watched me struggle as I tried to put a wheelchair in my car,
While tooling around with my Mother who used an electric cart at Wal-Mart, (the Greeter was extremely helper in getting us one), I stewed about her neighbors. I could not understand why they just watched as they saw me obviously struggling. Why would someone not try to help someone else?
As I stood in the checkout line later, a baby in front of my had kicked off her pink sock and her parents had not noticed. I could have done nothing, left it on the ground, but I picked it up and handed it to the father. Both the Mom and Dad thanked me gratefully. I was touched, it was only a sock afterall.
I realized it is not always the big things that you do in life that count. It is the small things that you do for others. I'm going to strive to do what I can when I can for other people and hopefully never become like the gawking neighbors who watched me struggle as I tried to put a wheelchair in my car,
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