Last night, I went to the movies with my family to see Soul on Fire.

Now, my wife doesn’t really watch movies; she’s too busy living life to sit still for two hours. So when she saw this one earlier in the week with a friend, and said, “We’re going again,” I knew it meant something.

She was right.

From the opening scene, the story pulled me in, not just because it was powerful, but because it was real. It spoke to the parts of life that don’t get filtered or staged. The moments that test you, humble you, and remind you what gratitude really means.

It reminded me of a conversation I had with my friend Yogi about gratitude: how it’s not just about saying thank you, but about living with awareness. Gratitude is what grounds you when everything else falls apart.

And then my mind went back to my brother.

Years ago, he was in the hospital, tied to a bed, unable to move. We had to teach him how to do everything again. I can still see my mom standing there, her quiet strength filling the room. She never stopped pushing him, not out of toughness, but out of love. “You can do this. Try again.”

At that moment, her strength and his fight came rushing back while watching Soul on Fire.

The film wasn’t just about overcoming; it was about compassion. About the quiet people who push us forward when we want to stop. About what happens when gratitude meets grit, that sacred space where resilience lives.

When the credits rolled, I sat there thinking about how small acts, kindness, empathy, and encouragement can reignite someone’s purpose. That’s what keeps our souls on fire.

Friday’s Thought:

When was the last time you helped someone else find their fire?