Obama...audacity of hope

" Like most of my values, I learned about empathy from my mother. She disdained any kind of cruelty or thoughtlessness or abuse of power, whether it expressed itself in the form of racial prejudice or bullying in the schoolyard or workers being underpaid. Whenever she saw even a hint of such behavior in me she would look me square in the eyes and ask, ' How do you think that would make you feel?"


Obama "The Audacity of Hope"


Speaking as a Republican....GO OBAMA!!!! I will vote for you.

Homeless

Homeless is an interesting word. Without home? Without heart? Without mind? Just the end of dreams and hope, perhaps luck?
Yes? My virtual reality world seemed warm, even beautiful. Would you have liked to come there for supper? A really good home cooked meal? Interesting to see how the old things survived through families and generations. Objects that were used and cleaned...even cherished for their simple beauty. I've thought about the women that created my vintage quilts. So much time. So many little stitches. And, yet they were expressing the beauty that was created in their mind. So, I rescued their work.
I respect that because I've never been able to create much with my hands. Except home-cooked meals.
Good intentions aside. Many years of hard, back breaking work didn't keep my world from crumbling to pieces.
I'm homeless.

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