I
wrote this one a few years ago. Still applies today. If it’s sunny where you
are try to get outside and enjoy it. That’s what I’m going to do! =0)
I
remember the day exactly. Two years ago on December 26th all I could
do was sit in my recliner, exhausted. It had been our turn to do Christmas
dinner (for 19) and I’d gone the extra two miles to make it perfect, but it
took a toll. The next day was the most tired I can ever remember being. And
that’s why we watched the movie – Pollyanna – starring a very young Haley
Mills.
I
didn’t really want to watch it, but nothing else seemed any better so there I
sat. If you don’t know the story, it’s about a little orphaned girl who goes to
live with her rich, tyrannical Aunt Polly in the small town of Harrington in
the days of long dresses, horse drawn carriages, and idyllic small American
towns.
Pollyanna
is full of good cheer, sass, and a very clear sense of what’s right and what’s
wrong. She also plays the Glad Game that she learned from her missionary father
explained in the following quote.
“Oh, yes; the
game was to just find something about everything to be glad about--no matter
what 'twas," rejoined Pollyanna, earnestly. "And we began right
then--on the crutches."
"Well, goodness me! I can't see anythin' ter be glad about--gettin' a pair of crutches when you wanted a doll!"
Pollyanna clapped her hands.
"There is--there is," she crowed. "But I couldn't see it, either, Nancy, at first," she added, with quick honesty. "Father had to tell it to me."
"Well, then, suppose YOU tell ME," almost snapped Nancy.
"Goosey! Why, just be glad because you don't--NEED--'EM!" exulted Pollyanna, triumphantly. "You see it's just as easy--when you know how!"
Pollyanna alternately charms and shocks the
townspeople and even makes inroads with the sourpuss, Mrs. Snow (played so well
by Agnes Morehead), who is bedridden.
About
halfway through the movie I was a little sick of Pollyanna’s solution to
everything. Sort of like listening to yet another little girl screeching out,
“The sun’ll come out tomorrow, bet your bottom . . .” Sorry, but that song brings on the gag reflex
in me. Because, you know, sometimes the sun Doesn’t come out tomorrow or for
days even.
But
my state of tiredness kept me in the chair weakly sipping coffee and watching. I
was being pulled in. Finally the whole crux of the matter was presented in the
form of a fund raising bazaar that Aunt Polly was against. Pollyanna in her
eternal optimism sides against her aunt. When things are finally at their
worst, we find Pollyanna sneaking back into her attic bedroom via an old tree
on that side of the house. Just as she’s reaching for the window sill, she
loses her balance and plunges to the ground. And lays still.
My
heart almost stopped. I began to tear up. Because it could have been one of my
granddaughters laying there. A little girl who’s buoyant innocence only wanted
to see the glad in things. Someone who could look at you and see through
whatever mask you’re wearing and get to the heart of the matter. The wide open
soul who listens to your story of woe and hugs your arm saying, “Don’t be
afraid, Grandma. I will be with you.” So said our little Melodi after I told
her how frightened I was one day as a child when I got lost coming home from
school.
I
also realized that the world would be that much more miserable if we let
Pollyanna die. We can’t leave her there on the ground to perish. We can’t let
the crushing forces that so often intrude keep her down. For if Pollyanna dies,
Despair wins, corruption triumphs and evil will slowly become the norm. We
can’t have that, can we?
Those
few tears I shed in my exhaustion were cleansing. And Pollyanna did get up and
was healed along with her Aunt Polly and the little town of Harrington. A
little town that just might be like our whole nation is right now.
Look
for the Pollyanna in your life. She is a gift from God and you need her. So do I.
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