Just Sharing

I worked all day, and I was so excited to get home. I could not wait to vote. I ran home changed my clothes and walked up to Jesuit with my neighbor. I was as excited as I was when I was little walking to the Vend It for a grab bag of candy. Maybe it is just me, but there is something empowering about the right to vote. Maybe it is because I was raised not to vote that I take the power more serious than most.
The funny thing is, I remember when I was a senior in High School and I won first place in a speech contest on The Voice of Democracy. My speech was all about the right to vote. I remember my Dad had to take me to WOMP FM so I could record my speech to be played. Not to bad for a JW little girl, huh? Thanks Dad! I know you didn't really want to do it. I haven't to this day cashed the savings bond, I don't even know where it is.
I love knowing that I have a say. I love knowing that my voice is somehow noted. I love everything about it. I don't know if my vote will change the outcome, but I know it counts! It counts to me.
I was a bit of a dork, I brought my Driver's License and my voter registration card. I was worried I would not be able to vote independent, given I was registered a Republican until about 6 months ago. No one even checked my ID. No one even asked for anything. That is a bit scary to me. However, I proudly showed it anyways. That would be the dorky part.
So we will see how WV turns out. I think we already know. I stayed around for a while to hear people and talk about the election. I had to hear that Obama was a racist who hated white people. I had to hear that he blames white people for AIDS. I had to hear that he is the anti-christ. I of course heard someone tell me that he is Muslim, middle name Hussein. West By God Virginia! Gotta love it!