About four years ago, I had the privilege of taking part in a fellowship designed to inspire my generation to get involved in politics. A group of about 25 of us would meet bi-weekly on the campus of Harvard University to engage in debates, learn from lectures delivered by national political figures, and develop plans to bridge the gap between politics and community service. It was a blast. Aside from my husband, it was the highlight of my life.
I was the only idiot in the group surrounded by Ivy-league educated minds. I busted my butt to keep up with the banter, and often brushed off my workload at the State House to sail on the Charles River...I wouldn't trade that time for anything.
I recently reconnected with a couple of friends from my fellowship...one is an editor for a magazine in D.C., another friend is studying at Oxford, and the other is a Foreign Service Officer based in D.C. It just makes my heart glad to have spent a great stretch of life with people who are pro-actively pursuing their dreams to make the world a better place.
Today as I cast my ballot, I thought of the day my "fellowship friends" dispersed and said good-bye...We may never be that close again and it's hard to keep in touch with time commitments and family investments. But the dream that brought us together in the first place, that we could make a positive contribution to our country...that will never die. We're so lucky to live in such a blessed country...and I really hope our nation is prayerful about choosing our next leader.
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