Chris Gardner bought a pile of the big device known as a “bone density scanner”. He feels like he has it made selling this device. However, things went contrary to his wishes; though these devices are marginally better than X-rays, the much higher price is not accepted by hospitals. Draw water with a sieve; Chris is bound to lift one of the scanners every day, which consumes most of his time.
Then goes the frustrating life of a failed husband and a struggling father. The devices aren’t sold well while the selling time, the penalty of illegal parking, the house rent and the taxes afflict this couple. The wife disgusts with her husband’s failure and making a decision to leave him. If you think this is the worst, that’s wrong. Life for Chris and his son becomes more difficult. But things may be starting to go in a good direction.
Many people harbour a view that this movie is a chicken soup, but I don’t think so. Chris has a good intellect, for he can restore a cube when the cube is just introduced into America. Without any instruction, he can figure out the tricks, that’s mean his head is good. I think Chris has the ability to achieve his talent. So the day will drop responsibility on has, will first frustrate, harasses. Chris is a diligent and prolific man. In order to save time, he makes himself drink less water to avoid toilet time. For the sake of saving time to study, he sleeps less. Before his success,
He and his son are suffering eviction by the landlord, sleeping in a toilet in a subway station. His son is very sensible, and a five-year-old boy can be so calm and considerable when his life comes to the worst. It is impressive. Misery experience makes him mature for his age.
You think your life becomes grim, and then things go unexpected; Your life is going done continually; you think your life has hit bottom now, but no, it is still sinking. That’s Chris’s life. It is my life, either. My life is not such miserable as Chris, but I am frustrated as Chris’s. One failure after another, the confidence when I am in middle school, has gone away. I try hard to get rid of the morass. It appears no harbingers of turning good. I admit that I haven’t worked extremely hard as Chris because I am not in a blind alley. I still have some routes of retreat. I try hard but not to the point of being desperate. That’s why I am lost.
There is a scene that touches me. Chris and his son go to the bus and slice the line; there is a man standing on the side shouting why they don’t let women first. Of course, in the moral rules, we should let ladies first. Nevertheless, only you know what you will lose when some unnecessary politeness you can’t give up. I cannot get on the bus early. For ladies, they stand. For Chris, maybe it is seldom rest time.
“Hey. Don’t ever let somebody tell you… You can’t do something. Not even me. Alright? You got a dream… You gotta protect it. People can’t do something themselves, and they wanna tell you you can’t do it. If you want something, get it. Period.”
My blood is boiling