Monday, January 18, 2010
Michael Oher Tuohy - The Blind Side
“More important than all the new socioeconomic status, Oher knew for the first time in his life that he was loved.”
Michael Oher Tuohy was a black child born to crack coccaine addict mom Denise Oher. He had a difficult childhood having moved to multiple foster homes and sometimes find himself homeless. Until his last foster parent helped him enter a Christian School, he was probably a floater.
His life underwent a huge transformation one freezing night after a school event as he was picked up by the Tuohys having wandered around clad only in his thin polo t-shirt and one pair of bermudas, and armed with an old spare shirt.
Both The Tuohys and Michael himself learnt a lot from each other being a minority and a majority group in America's social standings. This movie : The Blind Side , shows alot on how Michael Oher's life had light the the end of his tunnel. It's a fascinating and very moving movie...Very inspiring too!
Below is the poem which inspired Michael in one of his literature essays in the movie:
The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854Written 1854
Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
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