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Unexpected grace
Nov. 4th, 2008 10:31 pmAfter class tonight, I had to go pick up a packet for my class. I walked down the rain-slicked sidewalks of University Ave, neon and streetlamps sending trails of light down the glossy black streets. As I walked, I heard a man's voice speaking. I couldn't make it out at first, but then I realized it wasn't just a man's voice. It was Obama's voice. It was Obama's voice giving a speech that I had literally never dared to hope I'd actually hear.
I stood on the street corner as someone, somewhere, opened their windows and let Obama's acceptance speech echo out through the urban valley, over the noise of the few cars and my own footsteps echoing off the concrete in front of me, hearing our new president -- my president -- lay claim to the truth that once again, yes we can. Tears came to my eyes, and my mind offered up a mute prayer of thanks that I eas alive to see this day.
I know it won't be perfect. I know there's a huge, frightening level of challenges ahead. But tonight, for just now, it seems possible that it will all work out. I can't tell you how much just that moment of grace means to me tonight.
I stood on the street corner as someone, somewhere, opened their windows and let Obama's acceptance speech echo out through the urban valley, over the noise of the few cars and my own footsteps echoing off the concrete in front of me, hearing our new president -- my president -- lay claim to the truth that once again, yes we can. Tears came to my eyes, and my mind offered up a mute prayer of thanks that I eas alive to see this day.
I know it won't be perfect. I know there's a huge, frightening level of challenges ahead. But tonight, for just now, it seems possible that it will all work out. I can't tell you how much just that moment of grace means to me tonight.
