If they can show it every Christmas, I can post it every Christmas.

This time, I’ve made an addition at the end, including a note about the film’s personal meaning for me.

I had never heard of It’s a Wonderful Life  until one winter night in the early eighties.  I was feeling out of sorts.  I don’t remember the particular details but I know that I was feeling down, unfulfilled, frustrated, disappointed, perhaps lonely, unconfident, worried and otherwise unhappy.  Those who have never felt that way need not read on.  That night, I felt that there was only one thing I could do—turn on the television.  I happened onto a quaint looking black and white film that begins with a discussion in heaven about the assignment of a guardian angel to a man who was in a similar mood to my own.  As I watched and became increasingly involved, my perspective changed so that when the film was over, I had tears in my eyes and felt much better about myself.

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