The other night my sweet hubby and I took the puppies out for a drive and on our way home stopped by the video store. He had just finished reading a book titled "Into the Wild" and heard that it had been made into a movie.
It's a true story based on the life of a young man who upon completing his college career sets off on a journey to escape from the often harsh realities of life.
Before he set off on his journey he donated what was left of his college fund ($24,000) to a Hunger Foundation then left without telling his parents. He did not want to be found.
His journey took him from back East out to the West, through Mexico, and up into the wilderness of Alaska. What touched me the most about the movie was the kindness and generosity of the people he came in contact with. Everyone was willing to help him out and they were genuinely concerned for his well being.
It was the story of one young man and yet I wonder how many others lives have paralleled his. Children who run away from home never to be heard from again. What pain and agony it must cause their parents. Living with the guilt that they have failed their child in some way.
There was some nudity and foul language here and there, but in spite of that I felt it was a movie worth watching. It didn't have a happy ending but, then sometimes real life situations don't.