And, God’s work is not done.
On election night, I was on a flight from San Francisco to Texas. Yes, I was flying from the bowels of Babylon to the land of economic opportunity.
It was surreal.
I remember reading an email from a family member who said, “I believe Romney / Ryan will win tonight.” I thought so too since my thinking was simple: How could Americans vote for more decline?
Then it was wheels up for the three and a half hour flight to Texas.
Upon landing, I saw a text from my Mom — I saw the capital “H” and at first thought she said “Hallelujah.”
Upon closer inspection, she had typed, “Heartsick.”
Fortunately, I dove into work on Wednesday, and that was good, else I could have crawled into bed for a week — or two. . . .
I want to fight the good fight — not for me, but for my daughter, nephew and niece.
They, and the idea that is America, are worth working — and dying — for.