Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Voting Makes Me Cry

I am not a very politically-minded person. Until this year, I'd never concerned myself too much with that whole business and had not even watched the debates. I guess now that I'm all grown up I figured it was time to be more informed than usual.

Truth be told, I didn't really like what I saw. I couldn't get excited about Obama or McCain. While listening to their debates I found myself wondering which man's ideas seemed less crazy. I know that many people feel passionate about their chosen candidate; I applaud that devotion. I just didn't feel it.

Since I didn't feel sure about who I wanted to vote for, I was filled with angst over the decision of who would get my vote. I listened, read, prayed, and meditated for help to make this important decision.

When I entered my assigned polling place, all of my angst melted away as I looked around me. I saw people of African, Asian, and Middle Eastern descent dressed in police uniforms, professional work suits, work-out clothes and casual wear. We were a mishmash of all kinds of people, there together because we love our country and want it to move smoothly in a good direction. But also there because of an even more important reason: we can be there, voting.

This little thought got me all teary-eyed right there in that middle school gymnasium. I was overcome with gratitude to be a citizen of this wonderful country. I know it's not perfect; it never will be--it's run by imperfect people. But it's my country and I get to have a say in which imperfect people call the shots. And that's really something wonderful.

9 comments:

Margaret said...

Amen to that!

Tracy said...

Sweet Mendy. That's a very nice post. I had no idea you were struggling in your decision. Next time just ask me and I'll tell you what to do :)

Christie said...

This is so true. This election (although I have to admit I am pretty ignorant to the politics of it.... and don't worry those who don't know me, I'm not aloud to vote) I was also moved by the blessing of the freedom that we enjoy here.

Cami said...

Yes. True. Sometimes I feel like my vote doesn't even matter, and who cares anyway, if the candidates are lame. But voting is a right we shouldn't take for granted!

Joni said...

I remember being moved to patriotic tears right after 9/11 when I passed a crash with lots of flashing police lights. Something about all that blue and red... It's nice to feel connected to something larger. The U.S. definitely has more of a sense of identity and patriotism than England. I miss it.

Deb said...

so true, mendy. so true.

Amber said...

In my prayers the night before the election, I gave thanks for the privilege it was to vote and have a democracy. I wish we always remembered that.

CJohnson said...

I wanted to cry that day too, but more because of my wet, cold children who were screaming as I hauled them into the sleet and snow to go to the polls. It was still a great opportunity!

Corinne said...

Great post Mendy. I get teary like that too.

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