Charlotte’s Web – Chapter 17

Blog 1978 – 02.23.2021

Charlotte’s Web – Chapter 17

Charlotte’s Web – Chapter 17

Uncle is a safe word that little boys are taught to say to signify when fighting that they have had enough and are ready to give in and give up. The Brits have a saying, “And Bob’s your uncle” that is an entirely different thing, and celebrates one’s victories and successes by crowning them with the added good fortune of having an Uncle Bob. My two children were quite blessed though having only one uncle on my side for him to be a Bob, a Robert Wayne in particular.

When I did my cover of the Indigo Girls song, All We Let In, I took a little artistic license and rewrote one line that has the girls singing, “Clare writes a poem and she sticks in on my trunk, ‘We don’t believe in war and we don’t believe in junk.” To make the song more my own, I changed it to, “Em writes a poem and she sticks on my truck, ‘We don’t believe in war and we don’t believe in luck.”

All We Let In

If you do, I will not argue with you or oppose you, but I do not believe in fate or luck, only what we make for ourselves. When I recite each morning as a part of my sincere prayer/ intention, “May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in my sight, O Lord my strength and my redeemer” the “thy” changed to “my” is no mistake but done on purpose and for a purpose, to remind me who the author and hero of our story truly is “us.”

When I was a boy the U.S. Congress voted to put the phrase “In God We Trust” on our coins and currency. For the first almost two hundred years of our Republic, the unwritten “In Us We Trust” expressed in E. Pluribus Unum was enough. I have shared it before and will again the concluding lines of the poem Invictus:

“I am the master of my fate.

I am the captain of my soul.”

So you see there is never any real need to say Uncle even if Bob is not your uncle for we the people individually and collectively are unconquerable for we all possess the God spark and that can never be extinguished, “So help me Bob” as the Rugrats would say.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

Never Enough

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