Fight the Good Fight
While some may say we are on The Edge of the Abyss, others suggest we should fight the good fight.
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.