"Inspirational" stories without religion?

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  • Mad Sweeney
    Mad Sweeney

    Recently saw the movie Soul Surfer with my family. Liked it. Nice film for all ages. Inspirational.

    But it got me thinking about the question in the topic header. Are there any stories (books, films, whatever) that could be considered "inspirational" that don't include some religious element? I realize that if they exist they're probably rare, since religion has dominated man for pretty much all of recorded history.

    But are there any?

    I can think of some anti-religious stories that might be considered inspirational to some degree. Pullman's "His Dark Materials" series is a great one in that way, but it HAS religion in it, just as the antagonist. One could possibly argue "The Lord of the Rings" but I'm not sure even Tolkien would agree.

    Perhaps with religion so prevalent throughout humanity it just can't be avoided.

    What are your thoughts?

  • CoonDawg

    I think there are many films and books that show, as Hollywood terms it, "the triumph of the human spirit." I guess it's a more humanist approach, but movies can show how a person's own goodness comes out and has some great effect. One example was "Rebound:The Legend of Earl "the goat" Manigault" starring Don Cheadle. The story was about a basketball player from Harlem that was such a great player that he could have been mentioned in the same breath as the likes of Wilt Chamberlain, Kareem Abdul Jabbar, and Michael Jordan. He squandered it all through addiction. Eventually, he got clean and started a charity that existed until his death that encouraged young men in Harlem to play basketball and to stay out of trouble. Nowhere was religion mentioned. It was truly heartbreaking and inspirational at the same time.


  • SweetBabyCheezits

    Fiction or non? I don't remember any religion in Randy Pausch's Last Lecture (book & the actual lecture) and it's inspirational. It also captures some of the moral values he wanted to pass down to his kids since he knew he was about to die.

  • WontLeave

    It depends on what you're trying to inspire. Some begin "Dear Penthouse,"

    Some might consider Schindler's List inspirational.

    Pistol Pete might be inspriational, keeping with CoonDawg's basketball theme.

    Both of these are based on actual events, so they might have more clout than a made-up story.

  • poopsiecakes

    I really liked Remember the Titans - very inspiring on a few levels (in my opinion).

  • Mickey mouse
    Mickey mouse

    One act of kindness that befell British writer Bernard Hare in 1982 changed him profoundly. Then a student living just north of London, he tells the story to inspire troubled young people to help deal with their disrupted lives.

    The police called at my student hovel early evening, but I didn't answer as I thought they'd come to evict me. I hadn't paid my rent in months.

    But then I got to thinking: my mum hadn't been too good and what if it was something about her?

    We had no phone in the hovel and mobiles hadn't been invented yet, so I had to nip down the phone box.

    I rang home to Leeds to find my mother was in hospital and not expected to survive the night. "Get home, son," my dad said.

    I got to the railway station to find I'd missed the last train. A train was going as far as Peterborough, but I would miss the connecting Leeds train by twenty minutes.

    Bernard Hare

    I bought a ticket home and got on anyway. I was a struggling student and didn't have the money for a taxi the whole way, but I had a screwdriver in my pocket and my bunch of skeleton keys.

    I was so desperate to get home that I planned to nick a car in Peterborough, hitch hike, steal some money, something, anything. I just knew from my dad's tone of voice that my mother was going to die that night and I intended to get home if it killed me.

    "Tickets, please," I heard, as I stared blankly out of the window at the passing darkness. I fumbled for my ticket and gave it to the guard when he approached. He stamped it, but then just stood there looking at me. I'd been crying, had red eyes and must have looked a fright.

    "You okay?" he asked.

    "Course I'm okay," I said. "Why wouldn't I be? And what's it got to do with you in any case?"

    "You look awful," he said. "Is there anything I can do?"

    "You could get lost and mind your own business," I said. "That'd be a big help." I wasn't in the mood for talking.

    He was only a little bloke and he must have read the danger signals in my body language and tone of voice, but he sat down opposite me anyway and continued to engage me.

    "If there's a problem, I'm here to help. That's what I'm paid for."

    I was a big bloke in my prime, so I thought for a second about physically sending him on his way, but somehow it didn't seem appropriate. He wasn't really doing much wrong. I was going through all the stages of grief at once: denial, anger, guilt, withdrawal, everything but acceptance. I was a bubbling cauldron of emotion and he had placed himself in my line of fire.

    The only other thing I could think of to get rid of him was to tell him my story.

    "Look, my mum's in hospital, dying, she won't survive the night, I'm going to miss the connection to Leeds at Peterborough, I'm not sure how I'm going to get home.

    "It's tonight or never, I won't get another chance, I'm a bit upset, I don't really feel like talking, I'd be grateful if you'd leave me alone. Okay?"

    "Okay," he said, finally getting up. "Sorry to hear that, son. I'll leave you alone then. Hope you make it home in time." Then he wandered off down the carriage back the way he came.

    I continued to look out of the window at the dark. Ten minutes later, he was back at the side of my table. Oh no, I thought, here we go again. This time I really am going to rag him down the train.

    He touched my arm. "Listen, when we get to Peterborough, shoot straight over to Platform One as quick as you like. The Leeds train'll be there."

    I looked at him dumbfounded. It wasn't really registering. "Come again," I said, stupidly. "What do you mean? Is it late, or something?"

    "No, it isn't late," he said, defensively, as if he really cared whether trains were late or not. "No, I've just radioed Peterborough. They're going to hold the train up for you. As soon as you get on, it goes.

    "Everyone will be complaining about how late it is, but let's not worry about that on this occasion. You'll get home and that's the main thing. Good luck and God bless."

    Then he was off down the train again. "Tickets, please. Any more tickets now?"

    I suddenly realised what a top-class, fully-fledged doilem I was and chased him down the train. I wanted to give him all the money from my wallet, my driver's licence, my keys, but I knew he would be offended.

    I caught him up and grabbed his arm. "Oh, er, I just wanted to…" I was suddenly speechless. "I, erm…"

    "It's okay," he said. "Not a problem." He had a warm smile on his face and true compassion in his eyes. He was a good man for its own sake and required nothing in return.

    "I wish I had some way to thank you," I said. "I appreciate what you've done."

    "Not a problem," he said again. "If you feel the need to thank me, the next time you see someone in trouble, you help them out. That will pay me back amply.

    "Tell them to pay you back the same way and soon the world will be a better place."

    I was at my mother's side when she died in the early hours of the morning. Even now, I can't think of her without remembering the Good Conductor on that late-night train to Peterborough and, to this day, I won't hear a bad word said about British Rail.

    My meeting with the Good Conductor changed me from a selfish, potentially violent hedonist into a decent human being, but it took time.

    "I've paid him back a thousand times since then," I tell the young people I work with, "and I'll keep on doing so till the day I die. You don't owe me nothing. Nothing at all."

    "And if you think you do, I'd give you the same advice the Good Conductor gave me. Pass it down the line."


  • unshackled

    Depends to what degree it doesn't "include some religious element". Shawshank Redemption was inspirational, but I'm sure at some point someone mentioned God, but it wasn't about that.
    Dead Poets Society was another one. As for books, Touching the Void was incredible...don't think he credited God for his amazing survival.

    This is along the lines of Randy Pausch's Last Lecture.....Derek Miller's The Last Post http://www.penmachine.com/2011/05/the-last-post

    Sweeney and Cheez, I know you've read it already.

  • SweetBabyCheezits
    Shawshank Redemption was inspirational, but I'm sure at some point someone mentioned God, but it wasn't about that.

  • No Room For George
    No Room For George

    Scarface, while not exactly a family film, is inspirational in the sense that he came from nothing. I always liked this scene.


    Shawshank Redemption was inspirational, and everytime I watch it, it leaves a lump in my throat.

    March Of The Penguins is inspirational for a documentary, and its family oriented.

  • GLTirebiter
    I can think of some anti-religious stories that might be considered inspirational to some degree ... One could possibly argue "The Lord of the Rings" but I'm not sure even Tolkien would agree.

    You're right, he didn't agree. Religion as such wasn't prominent in the tales, but the sagas of Middle Earth were religious stories, with faith and fortitude overcoming evil incarnate (Sauron = Satan, etc.):

    "The Lord of the Rings is of course a fundamentally religious and Catholic work; unconsciously so at first, but consciously in the revision. That is why I have not put in, or have cut out, practically all references to anything like 'religion', to cults or practices, in the imaginary world. For the religious element is absorbed into the story and the symbolism." -- J.R.R. Tolkien

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