Two Hours Well Spent

As I stood in line, going down a narrow hallway with voters on both sides, waiting for the opportunity to cast our ballot, I approached a portion of the hall with restrooms and water fountains. As I watched a woman take a drink from one of the fountains it symbolized the road we have traveled as a nation and I began to reflect.

It wasn't that long ago where this picture told a story of where we were as a country. As I spoke to the Jamaican man in front of me; listened to a Cuban woman talk about how long it's been since her last trip to Cuba; and get bits and pieces of a conversation about eating at a Chinese restaurant between a woman originally from Louisiana, who loved her Cajun roots, and a Black man, it solidified how much I appreciate this great state of Georgia and the United States of America. Now by no means am I naive enough to believe that we all live in peace and harmony, but for those two hours I was in the middle of something that I felt was special. No matter who we planned to cast our votes for on a national, state or local level it didn't separate us as Americans. We all appeared to be in high spirits waiting on our moment to perform our civic duty.

I mention all of this to say, when you are out at the polls, maybe standing in a long line, take a moment to speak to the people around you and realize that their votes may not be in line with yours, but we have the privilege to choose.