In 1993 the movie Fearless came out. Loving Jeff Bridges, I made my way to see this flick. Today it is in my top 10 favorite movies.
Fearless is about a man (Bridges) who survives a plane crash and is driven to do what others consider insane things.
I so relate to this character. After a scary bout with cancer, I gained a new appreciation for life. It was like everything took on new meaning. A blade of grass, leaves on the trees, wind in my face, an army of ants making their way on their daily journey. I was a tad reckless. Racing down the highway at breakneck speeds and taking risks that I had never dared before.
I always thought I would have a 'to do' list of things I wanted to accomplish before I died. When it came right down to it, all I wanted was to spend time with my family and make a difference in someone elses life.
Time has a way of making those memories fade – it's been 22 years now. Today I watched that movie again. It brought back those feelings of wonder that I had so many years ago. I went outside in the back yard and sat in my chair. I watched the puffy clouds drift along the sky. I felt the breeze on my face. I took in the beauty of the blooming Crepe Mertyl by the fence. I let those little ants crawl up my leg (til the little bastards started having me for dinner).
I have many battle scars on my body….I am a warrior….for this moment in time I am fearless.