A dream
It has happened. Barack Obama will be our new president.
I am sitting here, with my 3rd or 4th glass of wine, near tears and in awe. As confident as I was, I am superstitious and do not count my chickens before they are hatched. I worried that something would keep us from winning the election.
How could I have been so wrong?
I was at the rally in Springfield, when he introduced Joe Biden as his running mate. I was part of the electric crowd that was ecstatic to be part of the excitement that was gripping the Democratic party.
My friend has said to me that he is struck by the similarities in upbringing between Barack and myself, not that they are confined between the two of us. I too am a child of an interracial couple, with a father who was not part of my life from a very young age. I, too, was helped to be raised in part by my beloved grandparents. And while I have not led as great a life as President-Elect Obama, the fact that he is now before me as my future President leads me to believe that I can.
When I have a child, she or he will have never lived in a world where it was impossible. This moment is thrilling and breathtaking.
I almost wish I had requested my ticket earlier, and was in Grant Park with all the rest of the party. If tomorrow wasn't a work day, if the trains weren't already going to be packed, I would get my CTA pass and take the train down there.
Of all the times I am glad I have moved to Chicago, this is the one moment I think stands above the rest. And it is one that I will cherish. I truly do not believe there are words to describe the emotions that I feel.
We live in a different world tonight. And we are blessed.
I am sitting here, with my 3rd or 4th glass of wine, near tears and in awe. As confident as I was, I am superstitious and do not count my chickens before they are hatched. I worried that something would keep us from winning the election.
How could I have been so wrong?
I was at the rally in Springfield, when he introduced Joe Biden as his running mate. I was part of the electric crowd that was ecstatic to be part of the excitement that was gripping the Democratic party.
My friend has said to me that he is struck by the similarities in upbringing between Barack and myself, not that they are confined between the two of us. I too am a child of an interracial couple, with a father who was not part of my life from a very young age. I, too, was helped to be raised in part by my beloved grandparents. And while I have not led as great a life as President-Elect Obama, the fact that he is now before me as my future President leads me to believe that I can.
When I have a child, she or he will have never lived in a world where it was impossible. This moment is thrilling and breathtaking.
I almost wish I had requested my ticket earlier, and was in Grant Park with all the rest of the party. If tomorrow wasn't a work day, if the trains weren't already going to be packed, I would get my CTA pass and take the train down there.
Of all the times I am glad I have moved to Chicago, this is the one moment I think stands above the rest. And it is one that I will cherish. I truly do not believe there are words to describe the emotions that I feel.
We live in a different world tonight. And we are blessed.