It’s one of my all-time favorite movie lines. The cruelest, bat-crazy, bad guy looks like he’s about to win again. But Doc Holiday slides in all cool like and they have the best short dialogue EVER!
RINGO:
Wretched slugs, don’t any of you
Have the guts to play for blood?
DOC:
I’m your huckleberry.
Ringo turns. Doc stands there, smiling that Cheshire cat smile.
I’m your huckleberry.
You have to let that slide off your tongue all southern like a Nashville wannabe.
And then you need to claim that for yourself today.
You see Doc Holiday is terminally ill. The gang has been beaten down horribly. He’s walking into a shootout where the likelihood of his survival is slim to none. He should probably ride off into the sunset, find a tree to sit under, curl up and die.
Perhaps, much like you want to.
It’s only Wednesday and I have had too many conversations with people frozen by fear. I have read too many articles about situations where people can’t fight the fear. I can see in too many eyes of people that need to do something small or something great but can do neither because fear is stealing all their energy. Sometimes the fear is very clear and present. But more often than not it is non-truth that we have allowed to become a cruel bat crazy bad guy in our head that is terrorizing our lives.
Just for today call that bad guy out in the open and tell him that you will be his huckleberry. Use it as your response to whatever is threatening you. Write down everything you are fearful of and view it in the daylight for what it is. We will talk later about this.
In the meantime walk with a little more cowboy swagger today. It bolsters the courage.
When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. In God, whose word I praise— in God I trust and am not afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?Psalm 56: 3-4
The Rabid Mime 