I just saw Rocky Balboa with my family. I was pleasantly surprised. I really expected this to be an empty two hours, you know, another entertainer paying tribute to himself. Instead I think it may have been the best of the series. A poignant love story where one character embodies the totality of a relationship, living in the past and not able to move forward. Adrian played a huge part in Rocky's success, so he thought, she balanced him, and she gave him humanity and loved him with all of his flaws and imperfections.
Rocky became what many of us do, embittered by "life." An emptiness in his soul was clearly expressed. Rocky needed closure. He achieved this the best way he knew how, 1 final fight. "The past vs. the present," fulfillment vs. emptiness, moving forward, moving on.
Stallone made a movie, it was a good thing. The closure was what this series needed. Maybe this is what Stallone needed. It was all for the best. Moving forward, moving on.
Thank you Sly, for characterizing strength of will. You've given the public more than we deserved: "A lesson in life." An example of courage that will long be remembered!
In real life I know someone just like "Rocky." Robert Boehm, he fought like no fictional character ever could. The difference was he fought for his life everyday. My uncle Bob died today. He was bedridden, suffering a majority of his life from Muscular Dystrophy. Thirty years of suffering. A father and husband, he was a skilled tradesman in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He lost most of what we value: freedom, health, the opportunity to embrace those we love. He was imprisoned by a disease.
Uncle Bob was a good man as I remember him. An easy smile and a throaty laugh. An electrician in Local 98 IBEW, he was forced by his illness from this career and his life changed drastically; physically deteriorating, imprisoned by a failing body and burdened with a strong mind, he was aware of what was happening, he had to view his life like we view a movie,in the third person, he watched his life vanish. Eventually there was no other choice except moving permanently into a nursing home. Separated from what matters he continued on and with a fight! People visited him: my mom (who has since passed), my sister Mary, a family friend, Lilla, Aunt Helen and other family members. I don't believe there were a lot of visitors. I hope I was wrong, I do know one thing I was not one of the them. I wasn't a good nephew.
A little effort may have lightened his load...I just never took the time to do it.
My Uncle Bob died today. A good soul earned his rest. Thank you, to all who filled his life with happiness.
Thank you Uncle Bob for epitomizing strength of will. You've given me more than I deserved: "A lesson in life." An example of real courage that will long be remembered.