A New Day

Yesterday afternoon I spoke with one of my volunteers about the inaugaration of Barack. She is a sweet little 86 year old African American grandma. She brings me fudge at Christmas, cookies on my birthday and she gave me a cleaning bucket when I bought my house. I love her.

"I feel like something in here," she says pointing at her chest, "has healed. For the first time in my whole life I feel like this is my country."

I also spoke to one of the maintenance/custodial guys and asked him what he thought. He said, "We were told growing up that we could be anything we want, except president. That is no longer true."

This makes me smile.