Turn on the Hallmark channel if you want to waste a day watching drivel instead of reading it. OMG! The writing was horrendous, the story so CONTRIVED, and the overall plot moronic!!
A 100 year old man, Mr. McBride (respect people, use his proper name... not ‘Dude’... as we are subjected to hear a hundred times in two hundred plus pages) no longer wants to live. He’s outlived his whole family, sans his grandson, and no longer sees the point in staying on this planet. And so the drama begins...suspense...what will he do? He decides not to take the one pill that keeps him from keeling over within hours of not taking it and sets a date to it...November 21st!!
But first, he must go see his confessor, Father something or other, who tells him to go out and do something, take his mind off things, enjoy what life he has left. Oh, did I forget to tell you that Mr. McBride is also a male model for elderly people ads, I guess that career wasn't fulfilling enough.
Miraculously, not only did Father ** take his confession, he also tells him about an art program and
that he already signed McBride up for it. Mr. McBride obviously goes, where he meets someone that later will become someone in the story line. I would say the drama builds, but you know exactly why he meets this person.
Yada,yada,yada...somehow McBride winds up being a ‘Big Brother’ to a ten year old dying boy who's waiting for a heart transplant, who he befriends in a hospital he just wanted to sit inside of that day.
More yada, yada, yada... more terrible writing, more stupid dialog and we get to the point where Mr. McBride wants to grant this boys five wishes before he dies (the boy, not Mr. McBride .... tears!).
Move ahead and he takes the boy and his best friend to the Cubs playhouse (did I mention that he was a major league player back in the late 20’s & 30’s?) so the boy can be granted wish number four and hit a grand slam - oxygen tank and all.
Insert slow motion and dramatic music as the boy hits the ball and watches in disbelief as it goes into the bleachers, the crowd roars (sound effects by the staff), and the boy starts running. He rounds first, now second, now third....slower motion, he grabs his chest, he’s suspended in air and slowly lands flat on his face!
Blood everywhere, paramedics rush the boy to the hospital. Anyone wondering who’s in the ambulance with him? Nope... not the adult Mr. McBride, or any of the dozen or so that are there; McBride was told to meet the ambulance at the hospital, it’s the ten year old friend that goes with the boy! Makes sense right? Who wouldn't want a ten year old given a medical history and such to the paramedics?
At the hospital McBride is arrested and CUFFED for kidnapping, and spends hours locked in a holding cell. I wonder if there are advocates against cuffing a sickly centurion and making him sit in a cell awaiting bail? I may have left out that the boys parents are divorced and the father is a jerk (mostly because, of course, he does not know how to express his emotions about the boys sickness so he's cold and distant) and when McBride asked to take the boy to the field the father said “No, it’s my weekend”. McBride is not put off, he has plan B, which involved taking the boy anyway.
So no one worried McBride left a note for the mother, and the little friend also left a note for her mother. Both telling them not to worry because they would be back the following day and who they were with. However, the father is furious and goes to the police to report a kidnapping. Doesn't matter that the mother knows where they are and who they are with. Of course, as would happen in real life, Five O’Clock news headline has the kids pictures plastered on TV with the caption - MISSING!
Dear God, does the drama ever stop? My heart, the tears run down my face, how will I ever be able to get through this post?
Breath... So the boy winds up in the hospital and Mr McBride in jail, at least until his 'estranged' grandson bails him out. At this point McBride can think of nothing but seeing the boy. He gets in his car (come to think of it, did I mention that the boy’s mother and his friends mother have no problem with a hundred year old man illegally driving their kids all around? Never mind that one has a life expectancy of six months) and drives to the hospital.
After seeing the boy and finding out that he’s second on the list for a new heart, which could take more than four months to get, he decides to stop taking his medicine so the boy can have his heart... because everyone wants to transplant the heart of a hundred year old man into a ten year old boy.
He notices the date, it's the date he planned on not taking his life saving pill. Funny how sometimes all the holes in the Swiss Cheese line up. He doesn't take the pill and within hours the old man is in distress... thank the good Lord he’s in the hospital where they immediately go to work on him. LOL...seems he forgot that one detail. When he wakes up where do you think he is? That’s right, he’s in the bed right next to our little pediatric heart transplant patient in the cardiac ICU... I mean where else would he be, right?
He is told that even if he had passed not only would they not have been able to use his heart, but bonus he has bone cancer that has metastasized though out his body that actually should have killed him long ago.
The boy is getting weaker, but the two of them talk and hold hands for days. The old man says all the right things... he loves the boy, the boy gave him a reason to live... and because of that reason to live the boy’s last wish was fulfilled (he wanted to be the best magician in the world and now he was because it was magic that McBride was alive today) so they could both go peacefully to their final resting place.
Now I will leave you to trot through hell reading this dribble to find out what happened to all the characters in the book. That is if you care to find out... truth is there is not a likable one in the bunch!!
The real magic is that this book not only got published, but won awards!!