I got my ballot.
I stood in line.
I looked around and I saw a packed house full of people – young and old, strong and frail, liberal and conservative, rich and poor, black and white, Hispanic and Asian, educated and not so educated, men and women, believers and non-believers – all courteous, all serious, all trusting, hoping, praying, wishing that their simple acts of casting their votes today will make a difference – for them, for their families, for their community, for their country.
I got teary-eyed.
I went home.
It never fails. I cry every single time I stand at the polls waiting my turn to cast my vote. Every election.
Some say it’s about fear. I know it’s about HOPE. Every single time.