Those who made hard choices were....

 

You chose wisely...Which will you choose: the red pill or the blue pill?...Stay or go?...

Basically, choices have results.  Indiana Jones chose wisely, clearly.  Neo's (The Matrix) choices gave him possibilities where his choices led to results that could have all sorts of results.

These two movies appeal to me and my husband.  Straight forward, instant results...

 

Sophie's Choice?  Oh my.  I try to forget her choices. Too Painful.

 

How were cities in Japan chosen? Were there big thoughts given? No. It was an off hand remark made by the Secretary of War, Henry Simson that determined that which cities to nuke. One of the three was excluded by Simson because it was of historical importance to the Japanese. Then he added that it was where he and his wife spent their honeymoon, with a smile. 

 

Throughout the movie, Oppenheimer had some hard choices to make...and this painfully superb movie shows further struggles over the many he had to make.

So there we feel the variety of choices these very human people had to make. These have a wide reach of possibilities, none of which will be clean and easy.

Our choices? You know of only the choices that we face commonly, but they are not easy to make.

Choose wisely. 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord James St. John in the library

Kansas City library

 David wandered through the library, seeing if any book caught his eye.  So many, so little interest.  He picked up Boy Scout First Aid, letting it open to any page, and then reading aloud. “Apply….an-ti-sep-tic…What...” he tossed it on the table. Enough Boy Scouts for me.

Another book flipped open, and David began reading. 

“…entombed in sand, boxed in by towering columns, Lord James St. John had to quell the feeling of doom.”
  

Well, that’s not bad.

David found a chair and stretched out, his feet resting on the library table.  Enjoy yourself, enjoy air conditioning. 

“St. John stepped forward, immediately caught by a net, work of an ancient civilization…This whole trip had been a big gamble, he had known from the start.

“With just a few cuts in the decaying rope, James St. John tumbled down into a cavern, dark and dank after many centuries.  A cobwebbed torch was visible on the craggy walls, and he struck a match….

"Ahead was a pedestal, on which stood the object of his search…a beam of light streaming from overhead upon it...

Oh, no.  Really?  Really? Copying from a classic? 

Does this look familiar?

But on David read.  “St. John retrieved a counterfeit item from his battered leather bag to replace the treasure.  Snatching the treasure and swiftly setting the fake, St. John chuckled as he beheld the ancient jug.”

Wait for it…wait for it…

“James St. John raised the jug up into the light.  It was truly a hideous but opulent object, with amber and bone chips inset in the priceless gold.  Then the ground rumbled beneath him, with…”

Well, Jimmy boy, happy trails…David tossed the book on the carpet and left.

The bold words above are Wednesday Words, probably 2015. Hope you enjoyed how they were used.

Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took the baton when Delores' computer went all wonky.
Go on, with it!  Fling yourself out into the unknown!