“There’s a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint, begging, “Dear saint—please, please, please…give me the grace to win the lottery.” This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue comes to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust, “My son—please, please, please – buy a ticket.” -Eat, Pray, Love
Yesterday night I watched a movie, Sliding doors with Gwyneth Paltrow.
It’s not a new one, and maybe a few of you know the story, but it seriously made me think, and it worth a post I guess.
In a few words, the story is about a successful London women, works as a manager, has a handsome writer boyfriend, basically her life is perfect. And then… one day to an other, loosing her job.
From that moment the movie is showing us two lines, and the only difference, whether or not she catches the subway. In parallel, we see both ways how that tiny thing is changing her life.