"When there was a car accident, Mike subconsciously protected his brother, who was only slightly injured, and Mike's arm was covered in blood." This is a scene from the movie "Weakness", which is also based on a true story, and Mike is based on the current American football player Michael Oh.
The protagonist, Mike, is a black man with a huge body, and he looks stupid and stupid, and you can't see that he is a very athletic child. Mike is 300 pounds, has an IQ of only 80, his father commits suicide, his mother takes drugs, he has nowhere to go, he can only sleep in the gym. If there were no accidents, Mike might have lived his life miserable like many stray children. But fortunately, he met the kind Taussi couple. The Taussis not only took Mike in, but also gave him a warm home.
This is an old movie from 2009, the story is very warm, there is not so much dog blood in the place. As a netizen of Douban commented: "At the beginning, the teacher there I thought there would be a conflict, the result was not, brothers and sisters there I thought there would be unwilling to accept his meaning, the result is not, the husband and wife will be because of whether to take him in the end and argue fiercely, and finally there is still no, no, no, this is a movie with many good people, watching movies say that they like to see conflicts, but if you really care about a character, I am willing to see him live in such a world." "Look, it's such a natural and simple plot that makes people look very comfortable."
In the film, what impressed me the most was Mike's sentence "I've never had this — a bed." "Yes, when Madame Taussi had custom-made a large bed for this big and poor child, he said such words, both happy and bitter. Next, he got along well with the Taussi family, going to school with his younger siblings, taking family portraits, playing on the football team, and winning games. Even later, Mike had a small misunderstanding with his mother, which was easily resolved by two kind people. Mike's luck lies not in his athletic talent, not in the fact that he won the rugby championship, but in having a dear family who can provide him with a bed. It is precisely because of this bed that little Mike will retain his gratitude for life, experience the kindness of his family, and let himself go further under the warmth of love.
It also reminds me of my own childhood. At that time, my physique was very poor, and the cold wind was bound to catch a cold and cough if it blew casually. Twelve months a year, I have eight months of coughing, coughing during the day my mother is upset, she will always scold and grin, and in the middle of the night, the violent coughing noise to my mother's sleep, my mother will always jump up and pour me a little syrup without trouble, and after pouring it, she will not forget to slap me twice. As a result, I always coughed hard every day, my throat was itchy like a cat scratching, and I only dared to bite my lip and cough gently. In that little me's eyes, there was only an impatient mother. I thought for a while that she didn't love me, or even hated me, and I kind of hated why she had to give birth to me because she was so annoying to me.
That winter, a very beautiful aunt moved in next door to our house. One day, she knocked on my door to borrow an onion. I went to open the door, the door just opened, as soon as the wind came in I couldn't help but cough, my mother did not come out of the back room began to scold me, I quickly covered my mouth. Unexpectedly, the aunt squatted down and handed me a piece of candy. I hurriedly waved my hand: "I cough, my mother won't let me eat sugar." "This is throat lozenge, which cures cough." She stuffed the sugar in the palm of my hand, and my mom took the onion and left. I stuffed the sugar in my mouth, a hint of coolness, my throat was actually not itchy, and I was so relieved for the first time.
A few days later, the neighbor's aunt came over to return the onions, and she also took a box of throat lozenges for my mother to let me eat. Hiding in the back room, I heard my mother thank you vigorously, "My daughter coughed all day long, I died urgently, thank you, thank you." "It's okay, this works, you don't discipline her." "Well, well, I'm in a hurry too." At that moment, I burst into tears, thanking my aunt for a piece of candy that made me feel the kindness of strangers, and also thanking my aunt for a box of sugars that made me feel my mother's unkind love for me. Since then, I don't remember my mother anymore, and I don't know how to cough.
A bed, a piece of sugar, this seems to be a normal thing, but for a certain person, it is kindness, but it is light, but it is a turning point in life. Thank you for letting us have the kindness and warmth of this world.