HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER

WRITTEN BY

JALEXANDER

INSPIRED BY the novel “SHIPWRECK” by JALEXANDER

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 Overview:

This story is about the consequences for not honoring our Mother and Father. The Bible does not say, if you feel like respecting your parents today, that’s good! What it does is command us to honor our Mother and Father, always! We have to live with the choices we make and have made.

 

FADE IN

 SCENE 1 – EXT.  A HOUSE ON ANGER STREET – SATURDAY MORNING – 2009

 

A SIGN ON the picket fence reads,

“Honor thy father and mother – that thy days be long in the land which the Lord gives thee.” (The Fifth Commandment)

THE SIGN DIDN’T exactly bestow confidence in David; as a matter of fact, it was a little intimidating. Mustering all his courage, he opened the little white gate and walked the twenty or so feet to the front steps. After a slight hesitation, he started climbing, thinking to himself,

 David (O.S.)

“Oh well, I’ve come this far; I may as well see this through.”

 

STANDING AT THE front door, David wasn’t worried that someone might hurt him physically; but what he did know, was that a person’s hurtful words could cut anyone right to the bone. After taking a deep breath, he knocked three times and then waited. When he didn’t hear any movement from inside the house, he thought,

 

David (O.S.)

“Now what’ll I do? Should I leave, wait or knock again?”

 

HIS QUESTION WAS was answered by a voice from the other side of the door.

 

Voice behind the door (O.S.)

“Who are you, and what do you want?”

 

David (V.O.)

“Hello, my name is David, and I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few moments?”

 

Voice behind the door (O.S.)

“What do you want to talk about?”

 

David (V.O.)

“I was told you could help me. I have a major “Anger” problem!”

 

THE DOOR OPENED just a little and an unshaven, and very worried looking man said,

 

The man behind the door (V.O.)

“Take a seat over there and I will be with you in a minute.”

 

DAVID HAD JUST SETTLED INTO one of the patio chairs when a short little balding man came out of the house. Sitting down across from him, he asked,

The man from behind the door (V.O.)

“Can I get you anything?”

 

WITHOUTWAITING FOR A reply, he stood up and put out his hand saying,

 

The man from behind the door (V.O.)

“Hi, my name is Sammy. I’ll guess I’ll start by telling you my story and then you can tell me how I can help you?”

HE shared his story!

 

Sammy (V.O.)

“Sad to say, I’ve lived in this small town all my life. My Mom died a few years ago and my Dad took it pretty hard. After a few years he seemed to be coming around and then one day I noticed he was acting very strange. I thought it was Alzheimer’s taking over his mind.”

 

AS SAMMY SPOKE, he spread out a bunch of cards on the patio table.

 

SCENE 2 – INT.  A HOUSE ON ANGER STREET – TUESDAY 5 PM – AUGUST 2008

 

Sammy (V.O.)

“Anyway, I had to work every day so Pop was alone most of the time. Although he never talked about what he did during the day, I could see that he was reverting back to his childhood. When I got home after work each day, I’d find him sitting in the kitchen, and he would be covered from head to toe in dirt. I also noticed that he had cuts, blisters and calluses from his elbows to his fingertips.” “This went on for quite a while until one day, in the middle of the summer, I received a call from the fire department advising me that there was a fire that had started in the kitchen at my home. The worst part about it was that the front and back doors were wide open, but there was no one in the house. The smoke alarm went off and the fire department was called. Dad showed up just after the firemen, admitting that he had put something on the stove but then got busy and forgot all about it.” “I arranged to have a meeting with the fire chief and my alarm company. They suggested I consider hiring someone to be with my dad all day or place him in a home.” “When I returned home from work that evening, my dad was nowhere to be found; I started walking up the street and, in a few minutes, I located him. He was carrying an old beat up vacuum cleaner. He smiled when he saw me but I wasn’t smiling. I was very angry that he was out in public dragging around garbage like a homeless person. I grabbed his arm and told him to throw that dirty old thing in the garbage. Hanging onto the vacuum cleaner like a spoiled child, he insisted, ‘I’m going to fix it up as good as new’.” “My anger was getting the best of me as I dragged and pushed my once very proud father along…