1. My reactions to this election have really surprised me. The first time I heard Obama speak was about four years ago when he gave that brilliant speech that stopped everyone–Republicans, Independents, and Democrats alike. For the first time in my life, I looked at a man and saw a leader. He reminded me of men who have died for this country–the Lincolns and Kennedys and MLKs. And I remember thinking, “wouldn’t it be nice if this country could see the man and not his color or his age?” And, then, I remember that they have–with Lincoln and Kennedy. And part of me was a little glad Obama didn’t stand a chance. Because I wanted him to stay.

    I’ll admit, when he first started running, I thought he was crazy. Why would you do this? Why put yourself in this position? I didn’t necessarily agree with his policies. HRC spoke to me more in that way. But I was always impressed by who he was. HRC never impressed me (until this year’s DNC speech). This says a lot because I was pretty cynical about politics and politicians–especially after 2000/2004. I’d changed parties, even.

    But there was something about Obama that I identified with–that made me trust him. He grew up like I did–with a single mom and no money…an absent father. I admired how he went from that to a prestigious school. I admired how he went to the inner city and tried to empower others. Since he started running, I’ve heard so many stories about the man and his integrity.

    I believe in Obama and his ability to lead–to be his brand of human and to inspire others to be more like him. Because he is like Lincoln and Kennedy and MLK.

    I didn’t cry until the end of his speech, and I cried mostly for those men who died. I cried that they couldn’t do what they tried to do so many years ago. I don’t know that we are different or that we are ready. And I am terrified that Obama will be another man we mourn. But, for now, I look forward to seeing what happens.

  2. I adore the way you write and express yourself.

    The fact of the matter is, the things that I have been patriotic about in the US are only now starting to catch up to the way I’ve been involved in the history of my home country. That’s just the natural way of things when my life is split evenly down the middle between two places.

    When 9/11 happened, I was mostly in shock. It was one of the major reasons I decided to go into International Affairs before going for my law degree. The harsh truth that I am not ashamed to admit is that there was a point in time during this election when I was GLAD I’m not a citizen yet because I didn’t see much hope. I didn’t believe that the US could come together and go for change so I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

    I do believe in Obama. My faith in the future for this country was restored for the first time since the 2000 election when I heard him speak and yes, I did cry. Fact of the matter is, we still have a long way to go…a VERY long way to go because while the country moved forward with the presidential choice, we took 2 steps back with Prop 8.

    So yeah. I think it’s OK to smile and have a little hope for our future.

  3. LISA

    It’s interesting. I remember when Bush was re-elected, and thought to myself, oh no. But at that time in my life I was in the midst of a crying baby, feeding fourteen times a day. The only television on in the house was Baby Einstein – in fact I think I’d given birth, a month before four years became the present eight. I wasn’t in tune with the happenings as much. (Although my time frame may be skewed, so much has happened in my life in the past four years.)

    My favourite thing about Obama’s speech was when he spoke of his daughters and how they deserve their new puppy. How his wife was the rock. At that point, I turned and looked at my husband with teary eyes and said, “How can this man be so real? So genuine, so bloody charming?” He said, “Because it’s time for a change.”

    Change. It’s both frightening and liberating all at once. Change is how we adapt to the new and the now, how we improve and make things more efficient. Change is how we grow.

    Hope. When we moved here four years ago, I left what seemed to be everything. My family, my friends, the big city – my big dreams. And it wasn’t until I’d been here (my new small town), for a couple of years I’d realized, my life was no longer about me. It was “us” “we” – the dream was bigger, and the “us” and the “we” drove me. Obama emphasized “us” and “we” – and I got that. I was able to relate to the fact that my life is more than just me – it’s “us” and it’s now – it’s everyone.

    In four years we went from having a futon as a bed, to giving birth, taking over a business, marrying, buying our first home (and putting a nice down payment on it), to now, venturing into academics part time (full time in the future).

    I still have big dreams, only they’ve evolved and changed with the times.

    I never let go of hope, because sometimes it seems, when things are crazy… it’s the one thing *we* can truly count on.

  4. LISA

    Oh, and p.s. The Beatles? Those dudes knew how to perform live. That was rock in it’s birth.

    Just my opinion:)

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