I
was watching the Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King tonight,
mostly because it’s about the 25th time that they have shown
it. There is a scene near the end of the
movie where Frodo and Sam are at the base of Mount Doom. Frodo is laying on his back, and he tells Sam
that he can no longer go on, that he’s lost in the darkness. Sam, covered in grime, exhausted and worn out
from sleepless nights, staying awake to keep an eye on Gollum, looks down at
Frodo, and he says, “Let’s end this.” He
follows up by saying that he might not be able to carry the burden of the ring
for Frodo, but he can carry Frodo. He
proceeds to lift Frodo off the ground, flings him over his shoulders, and starts
to slowly trek up the side of the mountain of fire.
As
I’m watching this, I think to myself, “Now that’s the kind of friend I
need! Someone that will pick me up,
carry my butt up the side of a mountain, and throw me into a river of fire!”
