Some know of my younger days growing up in almost stereotypical scenarios for a young Black male in the U.S. But striving to succeed in life and exceed expectations was always the mantra of the day for my mama. There wasn't a day that past that she didn't press hard on me to do better, not as some false hope and fairy wishes, but truly because she knew I could truly do somethign better. So I strived to make her proud even when I didn't quite know the outcome myself. But then it became a survival tactic. Trust me with all the things I've seen and been thru it was more of a running "stride" as my mother's belief in better for me became my own life-sustaining call to action. "RUN!", she would tell me, "Play this game and win!" So That's what I've done to this point and will always do.
This is where I come from… my old housing project in North Omaha, NE
But I bet my mother never thought she'd see it; A day like today.She's a woman of faith so belief in things unseen is what she has but with her own eyes, a child of the 50s & 60s, I bet she never thought the day would come when there is a good example of hope.

This is where I'm headed… around the corner from my polling place as I walk to vote.
Well Ma', here I am. At my polling place ready to at the very least have my voice be heard. Your own young Black man, about to cast a vote for one of my own who has a real chance at being the President of the United States of America. I'm crying while I write this because win or lose, I can't believe it myself. I don't care about politics. I care about life and hope and dreaming of things we want but feel we cannot reach. Well, reach people. REACH! You might just get your hands on something good.
3 comments:
RDQLUS,
Thanks for the post. It's a spot-on sentiment for many, many people today.
Chris
Beautiful, my friend. Thanks for sharing with us all.
Just awesome, Steve. This is bigger than all of us.
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