P.S. The Hunger Games movie reminds me of my brother. He and I went to see the movie together when it came out. I remember this especially because it was one of the first major outings (if not the first) he went on after his accident that year. When we got to the theater, I thought it was going to be a big mistake because the line was long and he still couldn't stand for very long. He gritted through it and when we made it to the theater it was a little triumph for him.
And I also think about this experience because you never know what people go through. When we sat down in the theater after he had stood for that time period, a woman asked if we could scoot down a seat and we said that we couldn't. At that time, he literally couldn't get back up because his legs had given out. She got so upset and told us that we were selfish people and would rot in hell. I'm not exaggerating. He felt so bad that he couldn't get up to move a seat. I was so mad at that rude lady. People have no idea. He sat through the entire movie worried that his legs wouldn't be ready to stand again after the movie. When it was over, he said the movie was worth it all.
He's a sweetheart. Really.
|Me and my brother|
(he's going to kill me for this)