“Tigger is all right really,” said Piglet lazily.
“Of course he is,” said Christopher Robin.
“Everybody is really,” said Pooh. “That’s what I think,” said Pooh. “But I don’t suppose I’m right,” he said.
“Of course you are,” said Christopher Robin.
A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
Copyright, 1928, by E.P. Dutton
Copyright Renewal, 1956, by A.A. Milne
In the world of Winnie-the-Pooh everybody is all right really. “All right” as in we recognize their worth: from overly-enthusiastic bouncy Tigger to somberly staid Eeyore to Owl and Rabbit, Kanga and Roo, Piglet, Pooh and Christopher Robin.
We know people just like them in our world – friends, neighbors, family, colleagues. And they, too, are (mostly) “all right really.”
But what about the people we don’t know? The other ones, known only by rumor or stereotype or prejudice or social media? Or the ones we just don’t want to hear from or about ever again and the ones we wish would just go away? Are they “all right really”?
I want to be with Pooh and Christopher Robin. Really. Some days I am. Some days it’s tough.