Jim Henson Documentary

I will never forget where I was when I heard that Jim Henson died. I was 7 years old. It was a rainy morning and my mom was driving us to school (Audobon Montessori). We were at the corner of Broadway and Freret when the reporter on Headline News announced Jim Henson had passed.

The news startled me, but it wasn’t clear (at least to me it wasn’t) what caused his death. When I asked my brothers to explain what killed him my brothers told me that he died from diarrhea, so I panicked and started crying because I had a bad case of diarrhea that week. I thought that I could be next, so I cried all the way to school, and when my home room teacher asked me why I was crying I told her that it was because I had diarrhea, and that is what killed Jim Henson. She started crying but not because I had diarrhea, but because Jim Henson had passed, and he had a profound impact on her upbringing in Mississippi.

Some things stay with you 30+ years later.

My son mentioned this show to me and he wants to watch it. Who am I to deny him the opportunity to watch this show, and learn that no dream is too big?