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"The Bridge Master"
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" THE MOVIE's TITLE IS "MOST" or "THE BRIDGE" by other countries
A MUST SEE
VIDEO
There had been a lot of arguments if this were true or based on
real life story or not. It's really up to you if you believe this movie and look
for more information about it in any sites.
You can read the Whole Story
here:
http://www.equip.org/hank_speaks_outs/john-griffith-the-bridge-operator
PLEASE READ IT!
In the calmest tone he could muster he instructed his son
"Stay put." Quickly, he leaped to his feet, he jumped onto the catwalk. As the
precious seconds flew by, he ran at full-tilt to the steer ladder leading into
the control house.
Once in, he searched the river to make sure that no
ships were in sight. And then, as he had been trained to do, he looked straight
down beneath the bridge to make certain nothing was below. As his eyes moved
downward, he saw something so horrifying that his heart froze in his chest. For
there, below him in the massive gearbox that housed the colossal gears that
moved the gigantic bridge, was his beloved son.
Apparently Greg had
tried to follow his dad but had fallen off the catwalk. Even now he was wedged
between the teeth of two main cogs in the gear box. Although he appeared to be
conscious, John could see that his son's leg had already begun to bleed. Then an
even more horrifying thought flashed through his mind. Lowering the bridge would
mean killing the apple of his eye.
Panicked, his mind probed in every
direction, frantically searching for solutions. In his mind's eye, he saw
himself grabbing a coiled rope, climbing down the ladder, running down the
catwalk, securing the rope, sliding down towards his son, pulling him back to
safety. Then in an instant, he would move back down towards the control lever
and thrust it down just in time for the oncoming train.
As soon as these
thoughts appeared, he realized the futility of his plan. Instantly he knew there
just wouldn't be enough time. Frustration began to beat on John's brow, terror
written over every inch of his face. His mind darted here and there, vainly
searching for yet another solution.
His agonized mind considered the
four hundred people that were moving inextricably closer and closer to the
bridge. Soon the train would come roaring out of the trees with tremendous
speed, but this was his son...his only son...his pride...his joy.
He
knew in a moment there was only one thing he could do. He knew he would have to
do it. And so, burying his face under his left arm, he plunged down the lever.
The cries of his son were quickly drowned out by the relentless sound of the
bridge as it ground slowly into position. With only seconds to spare, the
Memphis Express—with its 400 passengers—roared out of the trees and across the
mighty bridge.
John Griffith lifted his tear-stained face and looked
into the windows of the passing train. A businessman was reading the morning
newspaper. A uniformed conductor was glancing nonchalantly as his large vest
pocket watch. Ladies were already sipping their afternoon tea in the dining
cars. A small boy, looking strangely like his own son, pushed a long thin spoon
into a large dish of ice cream. Many of the passengers seemed to be engaged in
idle conversation or careless laughter.
No one even looked his way. No
one even cast a glance at the giant gear box that housed the mangled remains of
his hopes and his dreams.
In anguish he pounded the glass in the control
room. He cried out "What's the matter with you people? Don't you know? Don't you
care? Don't you know I've sacrificed my son for you? What's wrong with you?"
No one answered. No one heard. No one even looked. Not one of them seemed to
care. And then, as suddenly as it had happened, it was over. The train
disappeared moving rapidly across the bridge and out over the horizon."
Lord Move or Move Me...
Empty My Hands
Hold My Heart
Savior Please
I Refuse
Unchanging
Walk a Mile
Misfits
In His Time
Lead me Lord
Take me Out of the Dark Lord
At The Cross
ABOVE ALL
We Are The Reason
God Will Make a Way
Still
Guidance
Chris Tomlin - Lord I Need You
Chris Tomlin - I Will Follow
Jesus, Hold Me Now--Casting Crowns with lyrics
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