the mile

Paul : John… I have to ask you something very important now.
John : I know what you gonna say. You don’t have to say it.
Paul : No, I do. I do. I have to say it… John… Tell me what you want me to do… You want me to take you out of here? Just let you run away? See how far you could get?
John : Why would you do such a foolish thing?
Paul : On the day of my Judgment… when I stand before God… and he asks me why did I… Did I kill one of his true… miracles… what am I going to say? That it was my job? It’s my job.
John : You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you’re hurting and worrying. I can feel it on you. But you ought to quit on it now. I want it to be over and done with. I do… I’m tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I’m tired of never having me a buddy to be with… to tell me where we’s going to, coming from, or why… Mostly, I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world… every day. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head… all the time. Can you understand?
Paul : Yes, John, I think I can.

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