Film, and everything else on my mind.
Today I had a pretty big realization. When people don’t like me, for as long as I can remember, it has really bothered me. It really shouldn’t, but it does. I always assumed this was because I didn’t like the idea of people not liking me, but I got to thinking about it today, and realize that’s entirely wrong. What I don’t like about people not liking me is the fact that I can find something to like in just about everyone. Not always, but most of the time. So when I hear that someone doesn’t like me, I feel bad not because they don’t like me, but because they have something about them that I like, and I would hate to lose.
Our Lives and the Essence of Human Nature
Over the the years, I have frequently lost hope in humanity. As many of us have, I’m sure, but then again if we’re all so above everyone else, then why don’t we have faith in others? Anyway, that’s beside the point. Human nature is an unbelievably beautiful thing. It’s that moment when all ideals, ethics, religious affiliation, sexual orientation, race, and anything else that we use to separate ourselves from others become lost, and all that matters is the present moment.
This past weekend I was working on a set in Humboldt Park, an area of Chicago quite strange as it is absolutely gorgeous, yet considered one of the most dangerous. While on set I constantly was expecting to hear a gun shot, but I experienced something much more grand.
In the night of day two, we were only a little behind. We had to pick up pace a bit, but no one was terribly worried. As the next set-up was nearing completion, a loud “bang” noise was heard. We were shooting not too far from the street and all of us immediately looked to see where it was coming from. When I looked, all I saw were tail lights sticking straight into the air, frozen in time, the image most likely never leaving my memory.
Another loud “bang,” as the car crunches to the ground. I blacked out for a moment that I can’t remember a thing other than someone screaming “a car flipped.” All of a sudden I was in full sprint, heading in the direction of the accident. I look around me and what seems like the entire rest of the crew is running as well. As I run past a grip he asks what’s happening, and I tell him. He stops what he’s doing and runs with us.
All of us gather just over the small hump of a hill to see the car rolled on its top in the ditch across the road. Somehow there are already people on site trying to open the doors, but they won’t budge. A large man walks up and confirms that the doors won’t open, so he begins kicking and kicking at the windows. Finally one breaks and they get into the car. At this point all we know on the other side is that the person in the car is a woman.
I’m asked to return to set and watch equipment. From there is where it all really unfolds. Where I see it all. People, humans, working together to save another person. They don’t care about who they are or where they come from. What their favorite breakfast food is. All they know is that this is a human life, and this is someone that needs to be saved. While thinking this, at least ten police cars come in, and two ambulances, and two firetrucks. All to help save this single woman.
In this world that we all live in, and that somehow we’ve all created, it sometimes seems as though the only people that others care for are themselves, and a few select individuals. What I learned this weekend is that that is not the case. Human nature speaks to the soul. It’s what connects us all.