We're all children.

Today I watched

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.

It's a true story

about a man who became paralyzed after a stroke.

Even though he could only move his left eye,

he learned to communicate through blinking.

He wasn't a good man, see.

He left a path of broken lives in his wake.

And yet everyone around him loved him.

It astonished me how much I loved him,

when he didn't deserve any of it.

But I did.

There was a point in the film

where you heard him narrate,

"I have pneumonia."

And I gasped.

No.

Please.

...

He knew a man

who had been held hostage in Beirut for years,

who came to him and said,

"Hold fast to the human inside of you,

and you'll survive."

The real Jean-Dominique Bauby.

And he did.

That's why he was worth loving.

Even he said,

"We're all children;

we all need approval."

There was human inside of him,

and that couldn't be taken away.