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Gifted Hands

On TNT tonight @ 8pm...


Gifted Hands
the Ben Carson Story


Cuba Gooding Jr. stars in TNT's original movie about the life of Ben Carson. And his journey from frustrated school boy to gifted neurosurgeon. More...


I'm personally unfamiliar with Dr. Carson...but the story line has me wishing we'd already hooked up our DISH!
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Monica~ James~ Connor said…
I watched it& I tell you what i was in tears & wishing Connor was a candidate for surgery. What an amazing human being!!
February 8, 2009 at 6:38 PM
JSmith5780 said…
I read every single post TELLING me to tape it... but did I tape it?? NO!! Mad at myself!
February 9, 2009 at 5:15 AM
Monica~ James~ Connor said…
Danielle & Jen,
E-mail me your addresses & I'll send you both DVD copies!! I DVR'd it and can burn you discs. It is that much of a must see. ~monica
mmcguirern@yahoo.com
February 9, 2009 at 9:33 AM
Shanna Grimes said…
My mom called me about it when it was half way over, so I missed it. Darn it! I'll have to wait until the next time it comes on.
February 9, 2009 at 10:40 AM
Holli said…
I actually stumbled upon this movie by accident. I hadn't heard of it or him. I was just amazed watching it...I had no idea it would hit so close to home! What a great movie...and inspirational story! I was even planning on mentioning it in my blog!

By the way, thanks for the motivation on the Detroit ordeal! You and Jen lit a fire under me and I think I may have actually gotten cooperation (from another doc)!
Holli
February 10, 2009 at 7:38 AM
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