Same Kind of Different as Me Page #6

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at the mission.

I'm Dr. Howard's wife.

Oh. Hi.

Nice to meet you. Hi.

I am so sorry.

About?

When I heard

that you were terminal,

i just couldn't believe it.

Nobody's told me that.

I'm so sorry.

Can you... excuse me?

It's gonna be cold tonight.

I love Ronnie ray!

It's beautiful.

This is the place.

Right here, okay?

I love you, Ronnie ray.

I always have.

I love you, too.

I know.

That was a while ago.

Yeah.

And your first show.

Who's that?

Sheryl crow.

That's right.

Look at you. Oh!

Carson.

You were so tiny. Look.

And look at you now.

Look at you now.

Hmm.

I love you, mom.

I love you, baby.

Listen, um...

Your daddy is a wonderful

father and husband.

And I want you to know

that I am freeing him up...

To date or marry...

Whoever he chooses.

And I want you to honor

his decisions...

And let him be happy.

Mom.

Let him be happy.

And for the record...

You and your brother...

Are free to marry

anybody you want to.

I'll be watching.

Would you guys

go find something to do?

I wanna talk to your daddy.

Go on.

Go find something to do.

Even her.

Don't say that.

Mm-hmm.

Don't say that.

Mm-hmm.

No.

It was a good thing.

It turned out to be

such a good thing.

If she hadn't happened,

our lives together would

never be this beautiful.

I want you to be happy.

But it's been you.

It's always been you.

Oh. One more thing, baby.

Yeah, anything.

Just don't give up

on Denver, okay?

Yeah.

You promise?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bartender,

i need a beer.

We have only one kind,

my lady.

Oh. And a straw.

One root beer coming up.

Oh. And will you

put on my song, Jim?

Done and done.

Come here.

Come here.

Oh.

Baby.

You okay?

Would you like to cut in?

As we all gather here today,

every one of us has

sweet memories

of this incredible lady.

When Debbie asked me

to do this service,

she had only one request,

and that was

that Denver say a few words.

So, without further ado,

for those

who may not know him...

This is the man

of Debbie's dream,

Denver Moore.

I never met miss Debbie.

Miss Debbie met me.

I didn't want

to know miss Debbie,

or any other white woman

for that matter.

But ever since

i knowed her...

Miss Debbie

want to be my friend.

I sure she was friend

to every soul in here.

I still ain't figured out

why she want to know

a fellow like me.

I sure am been nothing

to be proud of.

I was captive in devil's prison

most of my life.

Many folks see me there

in lockup and pass me by.

I don't blame them.

I was not nice.

Dangerous.

And probably

just as happy

to stay in prison.

But she was different.

She seen me

behind them bars

and reached way down

in her pocket.

And pulled out a key

god gave her to set me free.

She's the only person to love me

enough not to give up.

Now I stand here

a changed man.

A free man.

I used to spend a lot of time

worrying I was different

from other people.

Even other homeless folk.

But then after I met

miss Debbie and Mr. Ron...

I worried

i was so different from them

that we were never gonna have

no kind of future.

But what I found out was...

Everybody's different.

Same kind of different

as me.

We all regular folks

walking down the street

god done set in front of us.

And miss Debbie...

She's a whole 'nother

kind of different.

Miss Debbie,

she dream of a better place

for the homeless.

And I ain't talking

about heaven, no.

I'm talking about right here

in y'alls town.

Now, I'm gonna pick up

miss Debbie's torch

and I'm going

to carry it round.

It would make miss Debbie

real happy

if you would make her dream

come true...

And pick up her torch

and carry it round too.

Now, I'm fixing

to do something

the devil,

he ain't never done for you.

I'm gonna cut you loose.

But before I do,

you can take this with you.

Whether we's rich

or whether we's poor

or some in-between...

We's all homeless.

Every last one of us.

Just working our way

back home.

Welcome home, miss Debbie.

Welcome home.

So of course, I did exactly

what Debbie asked me not to do.

I fumbled the torch

and released Denver.

Anger, mixed with some fear,

can turn a man inside out.

But here's the thing,

just like Denver would say:

"God's in the recycling business

of turning trash into treasure."

And that's exactly what he did.

I'm going home, Julio.

I'm proud of you,

my friend.

I'm going to miss you.

I can't wait to read your book.

Come see me at rocky top.

Adis, mi amigo.

Where you been?

When miss Debbie

went on up in heaven,

I was pretty sure

you gonna cut me loose.

Yeah. Catch and release.

Hmm?

So, you're just gonna

come back and what?

There's something

you need to do.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

What-- what is it, tommye?

Look who's here.

Hi, Earl.

Oh.

You need something?

No, no. I'm fine.

Isn't that nice?

Isn't that nice?

Here.

Nice of you to visit. Here.

Hey, Earl.

How you doing?

Yeah. Stopped drinking.

See?

Never even touched it.

Big relief for your mother.

I give her a lot of hell

over the years.

What about me?

Yeah, you give her

a lot of hell too.

Yeah.

What you reading?

It's a book of stories, poetry.

I used to read to you

when you were little.

You never liked it much.

That is not true.

Good English poet.

William, uh--

-uh--

-Blake.

William Blake, yeah.

A bird.

The nest.

A spider. The web.

Man.

Friendship.

So how's your friend?

Denver?

Denver, he's good.

He's good.

We're gonna go out

to rocky top later,

visit Debbie.

Oh.

Yeah.

I always liked Debbie.

Deborah.

Always liked her.

Good for you.

For working things out,

staying-- staying together.

Well, she was a good woman.

So is your mother.

What's that?

Oh, nothing.

We got lucky.

We both got lucky.

We might actually agree

on something there.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Dad, you wanna get

a little fresh air?

There she goes.

My old horse.

Can you get up?

Yeah.

Cowboying up.

All right.

Be careful, all right?

Let's see if she remembers me.

She does.

Careful.

Crazy old man.

How you doing?

I'm good.

Good.

It's a good day.

You were right about my dad,

Denver.

There's a good man

in there.

Had to dig pretty far down

to find him.

Sometimes you just got to

bless the hell out of people.

And your daddy had

a lot of hell in there.

Yeah, he did.

Ain't none of my business,

but what do it say?

It says, "arms of god."

Nice.

Think any of those are

named Debbie?

Hmm?

Well, somebody once told me

that god names

all the stars in the sky.

What crazy old man

told you that?

Okay.

Hey. There you go.

Oh, yeah.

-Huh?

-There she goes.

Yeah.

That's her right there.

Beautiful.

We must understand

that the only thing

that we keep forever...

Is the things

that we give away.

And the more you give,

the more you get.

Because there is many people

out there that is confused

or throwed off

or jumped track.

Broken promises,

shattered dream.

Shattered dream

destroys lives.

So a lot of times

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