thank god.
I CRIED, U GAIS.
I can't believe that it's finally over. The cheering, the arguments among me and my Republican friends, the fear that OH GOD HE MIGHT LOSE. It's done. And I'm so fucking happy.
He is the one who is really going to make a difference in this country. But most of all, he is going to help my Fiorella. My sister, a Registered Nurse, can begin filing her Legalization paperwork as soon as Obama works on The Dream Act. Then she can finally get that great job at the Hospital, continue to work on her Masters, and then move onward toward her PhD. That is all I care about. I just want her dreams to come true. Obama was the only one who seemed to truly care about her and all those like her.
National Healthcare will be great, too. I remember when I was diagnosed with Asthma and my mom didn't have the money to pay the Hospital, let alone my medication. She'd pay with a credit card and get herself in debt because of it. She'd cry so much and I'd feel so bad when I got sick because it meant she'd had to work just that much more to pay it all off. I think of those families that live like we used to: paycheck-to-God-damning-paycheck.
I see my friend cry day after day because her boyfriend is in Iraq. She fears for his safety and misses him dearly everyday. I think of her and his mother and the families of all those who serve over there. I think of my own friend who wants to join the Marines, and how I don't want him to go over there. I don't want them to take him away from me. I love him too much.
These reasons, and many others, are why I thank God for Mr. Barack Obama. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
YES WE FUCKING DID.
I can't believe that it's finally over. The cheering, the arguments among me and my Republican friends, the fear that OH GOD HE MIGHT LOSE. It's done. And I'm so fucking happy.
He is the one who is really going to make a difference in this country. But most of all, he is going to help my Fiorella. My sister, a Registered Nurse, can begin filing her Legalization paperwork as soon as Obama works on The Dream Act. Then she can finally get that great job at the Hospital, continue to work on her Masters, and then move onward toward her PhD. That is all I care about. I just want her dreams to come true. Obama was the only one who seemed to truly care about her and all those like her.
National Healthcare will be great, too. I remember when I was diagnosed with Asthma and my mom didn't have the money to pay the Hospital, let alone my medication. She'd pay with a credit card and get herself in debt because of it. She'd cry so much and I'd feel so bad when I got sick because it meant she'd had to work just that much more to pay it all off. I think of those families that live like we used to: paycheck-to-God-damning-paycheck.
I see my friend cry day after day because her boyfriend is in Iraq. She fears for his safety and misses him dearly everyday. I think of her and his mother and the families of all those who serve over there. I think of my own friend who wants to join the Marines, and how I don't want him to go over there. I don't want them to take him away from me. I love him too much.
These reasons, and many others, are why I thank God for Mr. Barack Obama. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
YES WE FUCKING DID.