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Analysis Of The Movie ' Happy Days '

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When I was eighteen years old, I embarked on an adventure to get back home to Anaheim from a trip to Chattanooga, Tennessee. My ride fell through, as did my plans. On my journey toward home I went to Bourbon Street in New Orleans in the hope that I might be able to work with a ministry there on that notorious street. We went out on the street after work and would stop strangers to talk with them. We’d offer to pray for them or offer help for more immediate needs such as food or a place to stay. What an eye-opening experience that was for me. Picture Richie Cunningham (Ron Howard) of Happy Days. That was me—naïve to so much of what I was exposed to over those few weeks in 1972. Walking up and down the street, going back and forth to work and walking back to my room at the YMCA, I would see people in all kinds of conditions. Some were partying, some were prostitutes, and some were looking for any kind of fun. Almost anything was for sale—drugs, alcohol, sex of various kinds. I was barely making enough money to keep myself fed and still save money for a flight home. I was young and believed that God could do anything. I was dangerous and didn’t know it. There were posters and billboards of sexy women, barely dressed in an attempt to entice the men to stop in, have a few drinks, and watch the girls dance. As I walked home each night I kept noticing the picture of one particular girl. Among the hundreds of banners, the one with her picture stood out to me. I prayed for

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