A Mile in His Shoes

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[George Canyon:
Sunshine] I believe in life, love And true pursuit

of happiness No one's gonna tell me that

a smile's ever meaningless I find a drop of hope

when the rain falls down Even when the clouds are

insisting on sticking around I believe in holding on tight

to your innocence Taking leaps of faith when

it doesn't even make sense Don't want to be a tear

on a circus clown I wanna laugh like a kid

on a playground Baby, come on,

let's go for a ride I know a road

that'll change your mind Look what it's done

to this heart of mine I'm an absolute, dedicated

follower of sunshine I used to be a slave to the

ways of the shades of gray Addicted to the weight

of a ball and chain Everybody tellin' me

to cut it loose Then I looked up to the sky And I saw something

I could use A little bit of prayer,

a little bit of inspiration A little something different

like a new vibration Shook me up like a leaf

in a hurricane Woke me up like a fall

from an airplane Baby, come on,

let's go for a ride I know a road

that'll change your mind... WOMAN: All right, let's go! MAN: Knock her out! [Crowd booing] ANNOUNCER: That's two strikes

on Pee Wee McGinty... with the Rats trailing

by three. Two outs, bottom of the ninth. MAN: Positive visualization. You're outta here!

[Crowd groaning] ANNOUNCER: And the Rats lose

again, dropping both games... of this double-header

to the Tulsa Coyotes. 0-13 for the season, this team

has nowhere to go but up. Be sure to come by

and cheer them on... Next time, Pee Wee.

Next time. ANNOUNCER: Everyone who wears

a rat tail will receive... a buy-one-get-one-free

ticket... good for a rat dog at the

Rathole concession stand. MAN: Keep your heads up, boys.

Good game. RADIO: And the River Rats

lose again by four... I just want to listen

to a little smooth jazz. Calms me down. Is that too much to ask, Murph? MURPH: I'm afraid I can't

help you there, Warren. Then how can you help me out? Because something isn't

working out there. There's only so much

I can do from the dugout. I can't get out there

and play the game for 'em. We're off to our worst start

in 15 years. We're three weeks

into the season, Warren. The guys are still

figuring things out. Figuring it out? We're not building a rocket,

this is baseball! What's to figure? You throw,

you catch, you hit, you run. Sometimes you have all

the players do it in the same game. I got a tip for a hot

pitching prospect. I want you to check him out

on the off day. Come on, Warren, I was hoping... Outside of Auburn. Indiana? That's 200 miles! Gas money. Each way! And here's the address. We could use another arm

in the rotation. And one that won't break

the bank. If this guy works out,

it might help your chances. My chances? Just business.

Nothing personal. Personal? No. That just wouldn't be like you,

Warren, now would it? I'll pretend I didn't

hear that. [Radio tuning] I hope you find what

you're looking for. Jazz, Warren. [Crackling, tuning] [Country music on radio] Where am I? Oh! [Engine revving] Here we go! [Engine roaring] [Engine off]

Mm-hm. [Grunts] [Sighs] [Crow cawing] [Sighs] Ohh! Perfect. [Pig squealing] [Laughs] Hey, little fella.

MAN:
Oscar! Oscar! Oscar, come back! Oscar, don't run away

like that. [Squealing] Hey, I could use

a little help here. Oscar, don't run away

like that again. Your mama is going to be upset, and your papa's gonna be upset, and my papa is going to

be upset and... Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey, uh... I ran my car

into the ditch here and I've got no cell-phone

service at all. I just need to use a phone... Papa told me never to talk

to strangers. Normally I would say

that's great advice, but I'm just a friend in need

who needs a phone. If you're a friend

you could use our phone. Yeah, I'm absolutely a friend.

Arthur Murphy. My friends just call me Murph. Uh, what's your name, friend? Uh, Michael James Tussler, sir. Folks call me Mickey. Well, it's nice

to meet you, Mickey. That's your...pet there? Yeah. His name's Oscar. He likes apples. And his mama likes apples,

and his papa... Papa likes apples. Yeah, I think

pretty much everybody likes apples. I like to smash them, though. So, uh, that phone, could you show me where

I could make that phone call? Y... Yeah.

Thank you. So what kind of farm is this? We used to have cows,

and we used to grow corn, but now it's just home. [Chickens clucking] What's going on? Oh, uh, it's okay, sir.

My car ran into a ditch, and Mickey said that I might

be able to use your phone. What'd I tell you about

talking to strangers? I'm Arthur Murphy from Ohio. Gotta teach 'em

to follow the rules, but that one's a tough learner. Chores, son.

You got pigs to feed. MURPH: Seems like a good kid. I'm assuming your phone call

is long distance. I'll call collect. Of course. Molly! We got company. Hello. Hello. This is Arthur Murphy.

He had a bit of car trouble. Show him where the phone is.

Of course. Right this way.

Thank you. It's right through here.

Thank you. I apologize for the state

of things but we weren't expecting

visitors. I'm just grateful

for the favor, thank you. Phone's right on the wall.

Okay. I'll leave you

to your business. Thanks. [Line ringing] [Bang] [Munching, grunting] Uh, hello, Triple A? Yeah, um, I managed to

drive my car into a ditch. Uh, Rural Route 310. Yeah, just outside of... What is the name of

this town again? Bargersville.

Bargersville, Indiana. Three and a quarter miles

south of 44. Tussler Farm. Tell him not to bother

coming up the driveway. You'll be waiting by your car. Did you get that? Okay, great. Amazing. [Apple bangs] No, I... I'm sorry. Um... Yeah. I'll see you

within the hour. Yes, thank you very much. Lemonade, Mr. Murphy? Oh, uh, thank you. Uh... Please, call me Murph. Would you like some ice,

Mr. Murphy? No, no, thank you.

This is great. Your son, Mickey,

he's a very special boy. Mickey has Asperger's syndrome. A form of autism. I... I'm sorry.

I didn't mean... He's really remarkable. Do you mind if I speak

with him for a minute? You a doctor? No, sir, I'm a baseball coach. You got quite an arm

there, Mickey. Have you ever played baseball? You know, baseball. Three strikes. Home run.

All that good stuff. No. Papa doesn't let me

leave the farm much. Plus, I don't think I'd be

very good at baseball anyway. Are you kidding me?

You got some heat! What? Talent. You have

a lot of talent, kid. Talent. Can you do a favor for me? That depends what it is,

because I won't chop wood. Papa won't let me use the axe. He said I could hurt myself. I won't have you chop wood,

I promise you. This here is a real

live baseball. May I take a look

at that apple, please? Thank you. They're about the same size. Only you can't eat this one. All right. Would you mind

taking this baseball and throwing it into that tub just like you did

with the apple? Oh, wow! That... That is amazing! That is really something! Whatever's going on

here has ended. Mr. Murphy, you've made

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