The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

 

You know what I most regret? That I didn't fight it. When the doctors said Elizabeth was dying, I gave up. We both did. I know it wouldn't have made any difference, but I wish I'd let her see how much I wanted to keep her.  I should have raged, Maureen. 

You dear man. You got up. you went out into the world. In blind faith, you did it. And if trying to find your way, when you don't even know you can get there isn't a miracle,  I don't know what is. I love you, Harold Fry.