“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”
Leia Organa’s simple but desperate plea sparked the adventure that changed the lives of herself Luke Skywalker, Chewbacca, Han Solo, R2-D2, and C-3PO forever. That call to heroism and message of hope landed R2-D2 onto Tatooine, placed the little droid in Luke’s care, and eventually brought the young Skywalker face-to-face with his protector, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Their journey — at least in Star Wars: A New Hope — concluded with the Death Star’s destruction.
Still, I can’t help but be a bit troubled by this line. It’s semantics, of course, but the idea of one person being the only hope is something that Star Wars has shown us, time and time again, isn’t the case. No journey is ever accomplished without the collective strength of many hands pulling in the same direction; no hero becomes his or her best self without the people around them — their friends, family, and allies — all doing the same.
Think about it: Luke would have never destroyed the Death Star — he likely wouldn’t have even survived the trench run — if Han hadn’t returned and clipped Vader’s TIE Advanced starfighter.