Never mind the 600 pace, thigh burning hike straight up a mountain to get to the bathroom. Who cares about the string cheese and cold cuts dinner taken straight out of the cooler? How could it matter that I couldn't phone my children, check my email, or post to my blog? I was here...for this.And I was ever so grateful to be in this place that I would not have come to if I'd made a plan to suit me. And so I am wondering today - is it possible to imagine a political world where we go along in the spirit of getting along? One in which we recognize the truth that there is a time for our turn, and there is a time for someone else's turn? Could we stop complaining about not getting our way long enough to admit, "Hey, this isn't as bad as I thought it would be?" I am tired of hearing the President of the United States called a Nazi. I am sickened by pictures of President Obama that have been altered to a likeness of Hitler. I am oh-so-weary of the cry of "socialism" regardless of the red-blooded, mom-and-apple-pie nature of the comments. I cannot believe I live and work and play and vote alongside people who will not let their children listen to an address the President has dedicated specifically to them. We followed your itinerary for eight years, my GOP friends. Yes, we grumbled. We dragged our feet. We whined. But last November we realized the trip that was not our own got us to scenery we never imagined we'd see. This particular political trip is miles from finished.
Let's see where the road leads. Years from now, as we comb through the memories of these significant days...realizing the struggle to provide equal access to health care and inspiration to young Americans was a breathtaking experience...there's a chance we'll all decide it was great to have been along for the ride.
From the long and winding road...Peace.