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Hello guys. Some of you know me, some of you don't. But I own a website called JohnKerryForAmerica.com and I wrote this piece for the relaunch of my website (which will be soon by the way, I'll announce it when it happens to you guys.) And I wanted to make a plea to the nation about giving John another chance, and use my own personal emotions from election day to try and get the Kerry bashers emotions back from the last days of the campaign. When Kerry was laying it in thick, and coming out swinging. I want to remind people that Kerry did fight, and is a fighter. And assure them, he'll fair better hopefully in 2008. And I wanted your opinion on the first part of the piece. It's basically the part about my last day or two on the campaign, and how I felt...
"I want to make a plea with America. It's a simple plea, that I hope everyone will take to heart. Give John Kerry another chance, and he will not fail you. I know we as a party were extremely disappointed with the results in 2004's election. Especially with such high stakes. It was hard to watch unfold. We thought it was in the bag. Three debate victories behind Kerry, and he looked on fire. And he was. John Kerry pushed and pushed in the final days, and was even given the nickname "Comeback Kerry" as the campaign drew to an end. Things looked hopeful, and the playing field that was stacked against us looked to be even. The day before the election I was worried, but also never more confident in my life. I felt I had worked hard on the Kerry campaign, and I was very proud of the fact I'd worked on my first Presidential campaign. I went to bed that night not knowing how big of a impact the results of this race would effect me. And quite frankly, change me.
The next morning as expected, I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. I rolled out of bed, and meet my mother half way down the hall. My mother said this was it, I looked at her and said "I've waited four years for this" smirking. I was so proud of my party, my friends from the campaign, myself, and my candidate John Kerry as I put on my Kerry t-shirt and clipped on my many buttons before heading out the door. I tried to bail from election headquarters as long as I could. I was first off too early. The doors wouldn't open yet, because things were being still set. And secondly, I knew once I entered that building their was no turning back. And no surrender. This was it. My final day on a campaign I loved, and my final day in a process I was new too. Tears came to my eyes when I thought about all my hard work and the hard work of John Kerry and his crew if we lost. The heartache I would feel if George Bush beat someone I defended even when my friends and family (most of them anyway) would not. How embarassing would it be to watch someone who you praised, and pushed for lose.
But when I walked up to the headquarter doors, I let out a sigh or relief and knew it was all worth it. Win, lose, or draw John Kerry was a good man and fought his heart out. After all, how could I be ashamed of fighting for someone fighting for me? I went inside, and everyone was smiling. I found it hard to smile. The stress was horrible. I had never felt this hyper before. I grabbed a bite to eat, probably more then I should. But what can I say, I'm a stress eater. The instructions were given, and I was in the corner helping out. I knew my main duty was to make phone calls, so I picked one of many phones, and sat down. When we were given the signal, all hell broke loose. I picked up my phone with my heart racing, put it to my ear....and nothing! The phone wasn't working. There were no other phones to use. What would I do all day? Surely I wouldn't spend the most important day of this fight with nothing to do. I was told to fill any seats when people got up and left to go to the bathroom. No phone was too be left unused. So I did that. I would go back and forth from room to room making sure everything was going ok. Even though I was young, and most of the people here were older then me I felt a sense of leadership and I welcomed it. People would come to me with questions, asking for instructions, and I would supervise them. That, too me, was worth everything. I never cared about being the young one in the bunch. I was actually proud of the fact. But, never did I feel such respect then at that moment. I wanted to cry right then, and just wrap some of my campaign friends in my arms and tell them thank you for what they did. Thank you for fighting for John Kerry. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
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