Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Posted by Lara at 8:45 PM
Some day, many years from now, a child of mine will sit in a classroom and learn about the election of the first African-American President of the United States. And I will be able to say, "I was there. I was a part of it. I was a voice, speaking out for change. I let myself hope for the future." And when I say it, I'll probably feel a tear or two roll down my cheek, remembering the power of the moment when I realized what we - all of us - had made possible.
Is that cheesy? Maybe, but I've been crying on and off today, finally coming to see how historic this really is, and how hopeful I really am. I believe. After all of these months, it's like a sigh of relief, and I'm allowing myself to believe in the hope of change. And I was a part of making that change possible.
It's an amazing feeling, the power, responsibility, and honor that comes with having a voice in the government of my country. I can be quite jaded and cynical sometimes, but for today, I really do feel like shouting, "God bless the U.S.A.!"
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