Hope it's not too late...

Treva 2022-04-23 07:02:11

You are nothing more than fear that your life will die out too quickly, and you will have regrets when you find out that your life is not too long. The lawn mower accompanies you bumps by month, and the white-haired beard accompanies you to kiss the breeze. When you are driving on the road, you will be stunned, and you will feel the power of the earth in the farmland. On the way, you met a girl who was lost and lost. You recalled the painful past of your daughter Rose, and used scars to release the shackles that bound people’s sensitivity to care; you once talked to cyclists about the gains and regrets of old age, and the benefits of old age It lies in the fact that I have experienced a little bit of life, and regret is that I think of the young and strong again and just call it once; the crazy driving woman killed thirteen deer and chattered, saying that I actually love deer, but after the car accident, it grows and grows. Go, you eat venison and put antlers on the lawn mower, we are not saints, and our human nature is very simple, but simply reject hypocrisy; have you ever been afraid? Afraid, as happened on the way, that the lawn mower engine fails on the slopes, all life is so fragile, or that you may lose the last glimpse of Lyle because of your stubbornness to complete the road yourself. Pastors believe in Christ, you believe in what you can still do in your lifetime. God will forgive the children who were sniped in the war, forgive the wrongly killed scouts, the price that the war cannot bear, God will not put it on an aging sniper. Hey, man. Congratulations on your reunion with faith before it's too late. On the way closer and closer to the party holy place "Visconsin", God knows, I can feel the timid atmosphere of your close relatives, nervous and pretending to be long.

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The Straight Story quotes

  • Alvin Straight: Well, they may be mad. I don't think they're mad enough to want to lose you, or your little problem.

    Crystal: I don't know about that.

    Alvin Straight: Well, of course, neither do I, but a warm bed and a roof sounds a mite better than eating a hot dog on a stick with an old geezer that's travelling on a lawnmower.

  • Alvin Straight: Can I help you, lady?

    Deer Woman: No, you can't help me. No one can help me. I've tried driving with my lights on, I've tried sounding my horn, I scream out the window, I-I roll the window down and bang on the side of the door and play Public Enemy real loud! I have prayed to St. Francis of Assisi, St. Christopher too-what the heck! I've tried everything a person can do, and still, every week, I plow into at least one deer! I have hit thirteen deer in seven weeks driving down this road, mister! And I have to drive down this road! Every day, forty miles back and forth to work! I have to drive to work, and I have to drive home!

    [she looks at the open fields around her]

    Deer Woman: ...Where do they come from?

    [she kneels down and checks the deer's pulse]

    Deer Woman: He's dead.

    [she walks back towards her car]

    Deer Woman: And I love deer!

    [she gets in her car and drives off]