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Fourteen Days and Counting

 Earth day: October 19, 2020

A friend is planning her wedding and I’ve followed along as she counts down the days. I witnessed the dating, the engagement, and now, the preparations for the big event. It is days away and while she looks forward to the wedding, she also dreads it. I understand her trepidation. Getting married is serious business. It’s trusting in the future and in your own judgment.

Not to take away from her happiness (which I pray she will have loads and loads), but this is how I feel about the upcoming election.

Back in 2016, I was undecided which of the two Presidential candidates I would pick. Finally, a woman, a strong one at that, was running for President. At one time I admired her, but lately I questioned some of what she had done for the sake of her party. I questioned some of her statements when cornered by inquisitive reporters. I questioned if she would lead our country in the right direction. The alternative was a crass, pushy narcissist with no experience in politics. The camera loved him. He was a clown, entertainment, a man with no filter. Her side loved making fun of him. He was below them. He would lead the votes to her easily.

Could I overlook some of her words and actions? Could I give him credit for being an excellent businessman?

I stood back and decided to choose according to my Christian faith, my morality, and my love of country. And I voted for him. The polls, the news, everyone said he would lose and she would win, so it wouldn’t matter if I gave him my one, tiny vote. And we all know how that turned out.

What if he hadn’t?

When I look back at the many national and international accomplishments he has been able to wrangle while fighting off all his opponents, I am amazed. When I look back at all the good he has done for racial and ethnic minorities, for women and for children, I am grateful. When I look at how he has stood up against all, all, all the negative press both he and his followers have endured, I am proud.

As for whether or not he responded quickly to the pandemic and shut down the country soon enough, all I can picture is the “other” candidate’s response when they asked her about what caused the death of four men in Benghazi in 2012. “What difference does it make?”

To me, it makes all the difference in the world that the welfare of America and Americans come first.

I don’t know if she would have accomplished as much or more than he has, but I do know he surprised us all. What difference does it make that he is loud, crass, and won’t play by the “polite” rules of Congress and the Press, he gets the job done. He wouldn’t have let four American men die the gruesome, disrespectful deaths they did in Benghazi. He has shown the world This is America and we will treat you with respect if you treat us with respect.

 

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