A fairly simple way to summarize this movie is by the underlying moral learned. That is, the grass is not always greener on the other side. We all tend to think that money will solve all our problems ~ or at least alleviate a majority of them. While this might appear to be true, I think life is deeper than that. The happiest person is the one who finds a positive way to approach each situation in their life; they make the best decision possible with the knowlege available at the time and never look back. Let mistakes be a lesson, and you’ve gained useful experience. But what can I offer about this subject that you have never heard before? Surely, you’ve already heard these ideas a thousand times by now. So, why bother to write about it? I’m not sure. For some reason, I feel compelled by the movie to discuss it. My secret to happiness is humor. I’m not always funny, but I always try to laugh…eventually.
Would you rather look back and enjoy a good laugh at yourself or never have anything to laugh about because you were so boringly perfect? The most interesting stories are not the ones where everything was perfectly orchestrated, but rather, the ones where everything went haywire and how you lived through it. So, here is my short story:
I was moving out of an apartment on a cold, rainy Saturday morning. The layout of the apartments was such that the parking lot was a good 50 or 60 yards from your front door. On top of that, I was moving out of an upstairs apartment, which added roughly another 30 yards. I had rented the largest Uhaul available, and to save time, I decided to drive into the grass as close as possible to the door. My wise and wonderful wife warned me against it, but I was smarter than her, “The weight of the truck will keep me from slipping in the mud,” I thought. As I proceeded over the parking curb and into the grass, I was doing just fine. Front wheels made it over the first sidewalk, “No problem…oh wait!” The back wheels didn’t make it! “CRAP!” I stuck it in reverse and back into first then back into reverse–trying to rock it over the hump. No luck; I was stuck. “Oh no, this can’t happen. Okay, I’ll just back it out and do it right,” I hopefully thought to myself. Then it started raining again. I remembered we had some sand, so I got it and poured some under each of the back wheels in hopes of gaining traction. (Like sandpaper or something? I was desperate.) Didn’t work. For no particular reason the horn starts going off. Hooonnnnnnkkkkk! A long scream, me rocking back and forth, rain coming down, my wife trying not to laugh for my ego’s sake, and I’m livid with emotion. I quickly popped the hood, found the wire, and cut it with my pocket knife. By now, I’m realizing that I must get this truck out before anyone notices; however, the horn attracted the manager. She was waiving her hand to stop trying to move the truck because I was tearing up her lawn. “Who cares about your lawn?!” I thought, “I don’t want to pay a wrecker to pull me out!” But that’s what happened. I had to shell out $60 bucks. It was just like a scene from a movie. If only I had a nifty remote control to fast forward through the uncomfortable part, but then I would’nt have had this great story to share with you about how I learned not to drive moving vans in the mud. 
“If it doesn’t kill you, it’ll make you stronger.” –Mr. Rad, from “You Got Served”.
