I happened to have been named for a Hollywood actor, James Stewart. If you’ve
never heard of him, that’s understandable. He’s hardly a pop-culture icon
anymore. He had his day in the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s, dying in 1997 at age 89.
But once a year—at Christmastime—he’s all over the TV map. Sometimes two, maybe
three channels at the same time run his famous, either-you-love-it-or-hate-it
movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Ironically, during most of that film,
Stewart’s character, George Bailey, is miserable. Life for him is anything but
wonderful.
George was a small-town guy who had dreams of leaving his
dudsville hometown, Bedford Falls, for high adventure. He was just about to get
that dream started when real life slammed him. The needs of others arose, and
out of his compassion he responded. Before he knew it, he had sacrificed his own
education for his brother’s, kept the family-run savings and loan afloat,
protected the town from the greed of a greasy banker named Potter, married his
childhood sweetheart, and started a family.