Race to Witch Mountain is a movie that I just finished watching, and a particular thought struck me about it. If you EVER plan on seeing the film and don't want it to be ruined, I suggest stopping reading right now.
OK. So, the movie's about these two alien kids that crash on earth and have to get back to their spaceship with the help of this cab driver, Jack Bruno. On the way they pick up a scientist who helps them to get back...yada yada yada, lots of action, government schemes, etc. Anyways, the thing that really struck me was the relationship between the alien kids and the cab driver. Instinctively, he felt the need to protect and help these kids - once they convinced him he wasn't crazy and they weren't crazy.
Anyways, the whole movie he's defending and protecting these kids from crazy government guys. Regardless of planetary differences, they were kids and he was an adult and therefore he was going to protect them and take care of them, no matter what the cost to himself.
And now as I'm writing this I start thinking about times in America's history where we were not like that...where grown-ups watched children being hurt and didn't care...like during the pre-civil war era...or the factory workers before child labor laws...or the indentured servants of the 18th century.
It's touching when Jack refuses to abandon Seth and Sara in Race to Witch Mountain, when he returns to save them and Seth realizes his gratitude and Sara shows her love. I hope that when I become an adult I can have that same compassion and general human decency that causes a grown man to protect two strange children.