Then we can talk about life.

Yesterday,

we spent a moment at church meeting new people

by talking about who our perfect fictional love interests 

would be.

I said Gilbert Blythe.

But today, I realized

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there's someone else.

Fyedka from Fiddler on the Roof.

Usually, I'm the first person to gag

during cheesy romantic parts of movies.

Just ask me how I feel about rose petals.

But even I have my moments.

Take a look at the first part of this.

Let's just ignore the whole bit where

he turns her away from her religion and family.

Otherwise, a Fyedka is perfect for me.

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Just before the clip starts,

he tells some buddies who are teasing her 

to leave her alone.

He's willing to fight for her,

as she would be for him.

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I've often noticed you at the bookseller's.

Not many girls in this village like to read.

He notices that she's smart and interesting.

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Would you like to borrow this book?

It's very good.

He's smart and interesting.

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Do you feel about me the way they feel about you?

I didn't think you would.

He helps her see when she's being dumb.

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Let me tell you about myself.

I'm a pleasant fellow,

charming, honest, ambitious, quite bright.

And very modest.

He's funny. 

See the way he waits for her to laugh?

He's got some pizzazz.

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And the kicker:

Go ahead.

Take the book.

And after you return it,

I'll ask you how you like it.

And we can talk about it for a while.

Then we can talk about life.

And how we feel about things.

That's all you need.

How to Celebrate Presidents Day.

I promise you that your life will be fuller and richer

if you begin celebrating the minor holidays.

Tomorrow is Presidents Day,

so why not start now?

Here is your how to guide.

1. Memorize the presidents in order.

There are only 44.

You can really do it.

If you memorize the presidents 

and pass it off to me within the next week,

I'll give you a prize.

2. Do a Presidents Day craft.

Yes, you'll feel like you're in elementary school.

Yes, that's the point.

3. Recite or listen to a speech by a president.

And then think about it.

Not that long ago we lived in a world

where choosing to pursue the moon

was a daring and controversial choice.

Can you imagine that?

4. Eat something special.

Like jelly beans--Reagan loved them.

Or Mamie Eisenhower's fudge recipe.

Just something special.

If it's not presidents related,

then talk about presidents while you're eating.

5. Memorize a few presidents facts and quiz your friends.

Like,

Which president had an alligator live at the White House?

This one, if you recognize him.

In general, just think about America

and be grateful.

And spend it with me,

if you can :)

Pals.

In honor of yesterday,

I'd like to say something that I've been thinking about.

Being afraid of commitment

doesn't make sense.

Just in general.

It started back in evolutionary times, see?

You didn't want to die.

So you picked someone

to be your pal,

and stuck with 'em.

Hunting,

gathering,

raising littluns.

End of story.

...

Nowadays, it's not all that different.

You don't want to die alone

or live a life not worth living at all.

So you pick someone

to be your pal,

and you stick with 'em.

You talk to 'em

and give 'em things to eat,

go to the things that they care about.

Hunt.

Gather.

Raise littluns.

...

You're afraid your pal will leave you?

They won't.

When they do,

it hurts.

But if you don't even try,

you still don't have a pal.

So either way,

you die.

Dumb.

And everyone wants a pal.

So you'll find another one.

And you'll be happier than with your first pal.

Afraid you could find a better pal?

I guess that could happen,

but that's not what it's all about.

Haven't you ever made a decision

that you didn't end up regretting?

Haiku.

"Be my Valentine?"

"I guess that would be okay.

You're not made of wood."

And I'll sing hallelujah!

Yesterday, a song meandered into my mind.

And I'll sing hallelujah,

and you'll sing hallelujah...

What song was that?

I could hear it in my mind,

but I didn't know where I'd heard it,

or where to find it.

After a long time, I found it,

and it was more than I bargained for.

This is an old type of singing from the American South,

called Sacred Harp, 

or shape-note, singing.

There is no accompaniment,

no audience,

no formal conductor.

In the musical notation,

each note has a shape,

so that people who didn't know anything about music

could still sing.

Sacred Harp is everything I love about America,

and about being human.

Nothing but plain ordinary folks,

with the sod of this great earth 

running through their veins,

facing each other,

singing about everything in their hearts,

about what makes a poor, beat up life

a life worth living.

Today I was mad,

and I put Hallelujah on.

And I thought about how sweet it will be to see God

and how meaningful the smallest things really are.

Deep down in the mud is where you can see life 

for what it is.

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.

Squeeze the stuffin' outta ya.

Today, when I was crossing campus,

two guys stopped someone ahead of me

and asked if he had 5 minutes to help them with a video.

When that happens, you duck away, right?

But as I did so, 

I heard what their film was about.

"It's for Valentines Day.

We're going to film you giving a five-second answer

to the question

What does love mean to you?"

Then, of course,

I wished I was the one they had asked.

But what answer could I give in five seconds?

I thought about it,

and this is what I came up with:

Love is when you look at a person

and want to hug 'em so hard

that the stuffing comes out of 'em.

Love is when you feel so happy

that you want to hug whoever's nearby,

no matter who it is.

Love has a lot to do with hugging, I guess.