As I drove by the mosque today on the way to vote, I was amazed at the fabric we have become.
Yes we were all there at the polls every faith, shape, size, and color. There was blue hair, green, red, brown and a whole lot of gray.
Even atheists whispered prayers with their pens.
And I wondered about an Asian man, his face told the story of many years,
so many weathered storms held in his wrinkles, in his gray hair. Perhaps
he had escaped from Communist China, traveling by sea, yet here he was today
refusing to be diminished.
His pen having the same value as mine.
I was never so proud to be an American.
Casting my ballot
for hope today.
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