Even a blind hog finds a truffle every now and then; this picture “just happened” while Charlie and Titus were flouncing around on a sand bar in the Arkansas River. Along with the November picture on Charlie’s calendar, of her walking across the railroad trestle in Creede, Colorado, this one may be my favorite.
While they did not give a twitch of a tail concerning the numbers on a calendar, I was keenly aware of the significance.
Perfect vision. A new career begins, but the mission stays the same, spreading the message of Charlie Bravo. But what is the message?
Albert Einstein is quoted as saying:
“If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.”
So here goes; the message is two fold. First is the message of the crate, that we all have them, and the only sure way out of ours is to help someone else escape from theirs.
And the second: that however insignificant we view our own impact, we all make a difference. When that mouth-breathing moron unceremoniously dumped Charlie’s crate on a deserted road five years ago, they obviously thought that she had no value, but how wrong they were. I’ve said before that I don’t believe for a minute that Charlie gives a second thought to what her former owners would say if they could see her now; well, Charlie may not care, but I sure do. I would still love to rub their porcine little proboscis in the pyramids of poo that the Queen always seems to produce every time we return to “the spot”.
2020 may just be a number on a piece of paper hanging on the wall to some, but numbers, like words, actually mean things. To me, it means a new beginning to a recurring story, a “renewing of the vows”, so to speak. It’s time we all see with clarity the path each of us has been placed upon; your journey is not my journey, but that doesn’t make one more important than the other, just different. “This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Don’t stay where you’re tolerated, go where you’re celebrated, even if it takes an experience as painful as Charlie’s to get there; in the end, it will be worth it all.
Or at least that’s what Charlie told me.
We be of one blood, ye and I.