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May the Force be with you!
In a galaxy far, far away… OK in a country far, far away lived
a 6-year-old girl who had no idea of the life long adventure she would witness
nor was she aware of the friends she would encounter along the way.
In 1977 I lived in Germany thanks to Uncle Sam. Rescuing us from the projects
my father signed his name and our futures away to the U.S. Army. We were still
poor but at least we saw the world. Poor kids don’t go to the movies often.
The movie ‘Star Wars’ came to the base theater. My father announced
we were going. I had no idea what Star Wars was, but the mere thought of going
to the movies was exciting. We had only one American TV channel and it rarely
showed anything I wanted to watch.
I fell in LOVE instantly. These characters, these adventures, they were breath
taking. They were real to me. Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Han Solo, Chewbacca,
R2D2, C3PO, and Yoda were everything I ever wanted in friends. They had some
enduring character qualities that I rarely find in real people: loyalty, honesty,
drive, purpose, and a healthy sense of humor. They made me feel emotions I did
not know existed. My parents scraped together enough money to buy my brother
and me some Star Wars action figures that year for Christmas. I practically
slept with those toys. OK, OK… I did sleep with those toys carefully placed
on my pillow.
I was 6 years old the first time I met Luke and Leia. I did not know the full
extent that these characters would affect me throughout my life. And I had all
but forgotten the emotional ties I had to them until I sat in the theater last
week watching as my friends were born in the final installment of Star Wars.
Obi-Wan Kenobi says, “It’s a boy!” Padme replied, “Luke,
his name is Luke.” Obi-Wan Kenobi holds up the other baby and says, “It
a girl!” Padme says, “Her name is Leia.”
I got emotional. I almost cried. There they were, my childhood friends, at
the very moment of their existence. I didn’t expect that tug at my heart.
I really didn’t. Did you feel it?
I am not a Star War fanatic. I don’t own anything Star Wars. No posters,
no toys, not even a costume. I just love them quietly in my head. They were
my friends. And I have always been there for them on opening day in return for
all that they have given me. I am a Star Wars fan.
P.S. In an interview, George Lucas stated that ‘he would miss R2D2 the
most. R2D2 was the real hero in these movies.’ R2D2 never let his friends
down; he always came through for them by unlocking doors, talking to computers,
moving elevators, flying ships, locating people, and delivering messages…
to name a few.
Thoughts?
--Scotti Blue
6:57:12 PM 
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