Today was the day.
I took advantage of early voting, and I went down to my courthouse annex, and I stood in that little cubicle, and in the silence, I listened to my heart.
My heart said that I should not compromise. It told me to vote for the candidate who speaks for me, who believes that all Americans should have equal opportunity and equal justice under the law; to choose the one who reveres the law, and holds it sacred.
It spoke to me of those living on the edge, standing in the shadows, with no one to speak for them. It asked me to choose the candidate who had become a voice for the voiceless; to choose the one who'd spoken out about the moral responsibilities we have to each other, and who'd asked us all to do the right thing.
It showed me a person who had fought to give better lives to those who were injured, who'd given hope to those with little enough to spare, and who had inspired a growing segment of the Democratic Party to rise up and reclaim what our Party once was, what we once stood for...
And it asked me then to choose -- who spoke for me? Who stood up for me, and folks like me? Who understood that "love your neighbor" was not merely a suggestion, but a moral imperative? Who knew that the Presidency wasn't just about the person running, but rather about the people represented? Who would fight to the very last, struggling to bring us to a place where all are created equally, and there is no hunger, no poverty, and no fear?
It knew I had made my choice long ago...but still, it asked me to choose.
Where the heart leads, one must follow -- and follow I did.
I took that pen, and I colored in that little oval. And I pressed
hard, so that there could be no question that I meant to do what I did.
I voted for John.
And I know in my heart, that I made the right choice.