Thirty Minutes

Last night as I was making my Halloween costume, Dude and I had the Barack Obama 30 minute special on TV. How could you not, it was everywhere. And, I am embarassed to say this, but it made me teary. That's a lot coming from me, because I don't cry often (except occasionally at cheesy movies and at the Yankees, but never about things that matter).

I cried because as I watched the special, I felt nothing but pride for Barack Obama and for what he stood for. It was like a preview of what it would be like to have a President Obama, a president who was intelligent and articulate and one that I was proud of. And I cried because if that doesn't come true next Tuesday, I fear I will lose faith in my fellow Americans.

Regardless of what happens I will never leave the United States. My parents did not sell all of their belongings and leave their family and friends and move here for a brighter future for their children so that I could leave the moment things got rough. I am proud to be an American, even when being an American is met with disdain when I travel. But perhaps if there is a President Obama, I will be even prouder, without the fear of disdain... or at least a little less of it.