The video window on my computer screen showed a screenwriter talking about his experience in the film industry. He had an idea. A story. He wrote it, polished it, pitched it, watched in battle it's way through rounds and rounds of approvals and reviews....and years later it became a movie.
The movie had a mediocre showing, and was bashed by critics. He took it all in stride, but was disappointed. Was it as bad as everyone said?
A few months later at an industry party, a woman came up to him and asked if she could have a few moments. She proceeded to tell this screenwriter about how she had lost her husband months earlier. About how both she and her son were grieving, but were doing it separately. They just didn't know what to say or do. But after watching the movie this screenwriter was instrumental in making, they broke through the wall and were able to cry together. His story made the difference.
And this screenwriter, talking through emotion that was still poignant at the memory, paused and looked at the camera. He said, "At that moment...I knew. I had made the movie for her. And that was enough."
I hope I tell my story with integrity. That will be enough...no matter who's watching.
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