October 5
As a very small child I was in the care of my mother's teenage brother while she worked in the garden. Inventive as he was, he tied a rock to my dresstail to keep me from toddling off. Needless to say, this was not acceptable and I shouted with rage.
My fearful mother came running from the garden and scolded her brother unmercifully - so he removed the rock and tried to get get him to tie the rock on again.
It became a family memory to laugh over - but it tells of a person's willingness to bear a burden. Aree supposed to drag a rock, bend under a heavy load, or carry the shame of something to make us stronger? Don't believe it. Look behind the rock and you won't find a caring uncle, but a deceiving idea.
I will not fall on the rocks. When I die my enemies will be under me.
CAPTAIN JACK
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