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I remember when I first saw him. I was on the computer, writing a story, listening to Oprah. My head jerked up from the keyboard. Who was this guy? I turned up the volume. Wow. He’s different. He makes sense. And he seems really sincere. But too bad. He’s black. And he should have changed that name. He’ll never get in.
Ha!
Change has come to America.
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Thank goodness, it's about time!
It's like a perfect storm...in a good way. How nice it was to wake up today and know he's in charge!
I'm so glad it's someone else in that White House now :o)
Now maybe we'll have a chance!! He is certainly a great leader. I hope this country will come together now and work for our greater good!!
Let's hope he can fulfill even half of his promises. We certainly needed the change.
Isn't all just spectacular?
So well put, Debi! It's so funny how you spend all that time thinking we are so, so, far away from major change and then all of a sudden there's a giant leap. Isn't there a biological term for that? I know there's a stage that plants go into before they bloom that is chaotic and wild and it seems like it's just stuck in an ugly cycle, and then ta dah! A blossom.
(I feel that way about writing, when I think about it.)
Anyway, as my two year old was singing in the car the other day, "Hooray, hooray. Happy happy day today. Happy happy day."
Yes. Praise be. And, like so many, I felt jubilant the day of Obama's inauguration, but now feel a more restrained quiet hope and a sense of sober and cautious optimism. And I haven't felt like that about our country for eight long years.
I feel like dancing in the street!
I'm very encouraged by the actions he has taken so far. Definitely a new sheriff in town! If events continue to unfold as they have, I think a lot of people who call themselves Republicans might find themselves surprised that a Democrat can actually be good for the country.
Hopefully now public morale will be heightened and we can get on with the business at hand. Hope is alive, and I see great things for our wonderful country.
Main Street Diaries, that biological term you are talking about, the chaos of plants before they blossom--you made me think of, oh man, what's that called when a woman is ten centimeters dialated and she thinks she's going to die and she can't do it anymore and then all of a sudden the worst part is over and that baby is born? I can't remember what they call it. My last one was almost thirteen years ago. I bet your sister can tell us! That's what it's like. And let's hope we quickly forget all the pain!
I remember that same first moment and same first thought. I am glad that the race/name wasn't the issue I was afraid it would be. Praise God to have moved to a new level...
Have you listened to the Audacity of Hope? Amazing book to listen to on CD as you get to hear him speak.
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