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it was like i had never really heard a speech before. it was as if any expectation i have ever had of witnessing something magical in our american history, was met completely. his sentiments ran through every possible course of my body. i found my hand flying in the air and i heard "good boy, good boy" over and over again. it was like i finally understood what it meant to be excited for the future of our country. sometimes when the days reach the end of the month i find myself being inconsolable, but for once i felt myself crying over something actually deserving. it was like, after seven days, he was quite tired so god said 'let there be a day just for picnics and wine and bread'. he gathered up some people he had made, created blankets and laid back in the shade. i was open and torn and put off listening for exactly 13 minutes, when i was finally strong [broken] enough to ask myself what i was afraid of. we're not used to being heard & we're not used to wanting to listen; but perhaps there is some sort of comfort in this man. i found a place where i wish our america could be. thank you for sharing, thank you for the powerful presence of your words. thank you for being the change you hope to lead.