I've watched Walk the Line numerous times since a friend told me--"Go get it tonight. Tonight."

I didn't get it that night. I knew he had good taste in movies, but I was suspicious about this recommendation. I usually don't care for biographical movies. Since I hardly ever get to watch a movie that involves adults rather than cartoon characters, I choose my movies carefully, and I didn't want to waste my time or DVD budget on a dud. Ultimately, however, I did act on his recommendation because I decided he had to have a reason to tell me to watch it. So I did.

The story caught me up, as did the stellar performances--both acting and musical. But I found, surprisingly, that I could identify with the characters--especially June. The story of walking the line between a working relationship and a romantic one is familiar to me, especially when the other person is involved elsewhere. I, too, have desired a man I couldn't have, or felt that I shouldn't have. I have felt June's ambiguity, and fallen into that same ring of fire.

In addition, I have loved talented men whose battles with addictions, mental illnesses, or other problems have threatened to destroy them. I've tried to save these men, but then I learned, like June, that while we can help, ultimately, they have to save themselves. I've given up my own addiction to being a savior and embraced the walking away.

Also like June, I am a single mother who is the last line of defense in the path of possible catastrophe. When June says she doesn't want to be like that Dutch boy with his finger in the dam no more, I know exactly the emotion that line is meant to evoke. The loneliness of solitary responsibility can be terrifying. But it's even worse when there are people around who should be helping but choose not to.

So--I get June. She does for me what great storytelling often does--makes me feel less alone.

I'll have to thank my friend for the recommendation.