05/11/2024
As I walked into my dad’s old church building to vote, an older gentleman helped me since I was in too much pain to sign my name standing up. There was also a 6’8” black neighbor with a durag I’ve never seen before towering over his small little voting booth making his vote just as important, and my private and loving daughter visited grandpa’s grave to let him know she voted for the first time; he would have be so proud.
I am flooded with tears
This is my America. I don’t care how you voted; I care that you love and care for others.
