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I teared up reading this. Obama 2012

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Obama’s beautiful nod to Lincoln: “I have been driven to my knees many times by the overwhelming conviction that I had no place else to go.”

— mia farrow (@MiaFarrow) September 7, 2012

This invokes a powerful imagery in my mind. I can’t really articulate it well. But it’s so poignant and underlines the earth shattering yet so personal decisions that presidents have to make each and every day. Especially President Obama, in the face of all the challenges he faced. 

I am so proud I voted for him in 2008 and so very proud to vote for him again. 

I guess the feeling is that I trust him. Yes, cynics will say that I am living in a fool’s paradise. But anyone who can speak that line with conviction and show through his actions that we are our brother’s and sister’s keeper, that when we have succeeded, we don’t turn our back on those that need help, that shows compassion and kindness… that is the person I want in the White House making decisions for me. 

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This is a letter I was too afraid to send out, but it comes from the heart. These are the things I would tell him, if we were to meet again.

Dear You,

Hi. I never knew I’d see you again. It has been ages since I last saw you, and frankly I thought that would be the last of it.

Well, apparently not.

The previous time we spoke seemed like ages ago. Memories of being around you are stored in a rusty cabinet, untouched. I can no longer recall your favorite catchphrases, or the way you wear your hair. I can’t remember the way your eyes would dart around the room, or how you were able to make me feel so overwhelmed with emotions.

Most of all, I remembered the many lessons you taught me, or rather I learnt, along the way.

You taught me that if it is meant to be, a few days spent with that one person is all it takes to develop a connection. However, a connection does not necessarily signify that the two people are right for each other — it could have been a wrong place, wrong time, or just the wrong person. A connection is just a connection unless proven otherwise.

You taught me to love myself. To never settle for second best just because it is attainable and I can’t see the goal in the long run. Through your actions, you showed me that if I love myself, I should never ill-treat myself for what I think I want, but strive for what I need. You taught me to love myself because if I don’t, I would be indirectly inviting others to trample over me, again and again.

You taught me to be proud of who I am, and never be embarrassed of myself because others are. That if people are feeling embarrassed to be around me, I should not even be around them, because they are like poison, draining the life away from me.

But most importantly, you taught me the way to love someone is through actions, and not words, because actions do speak louder than words, and could express what love is better than the English language could ever describe. You taught me to not be selfish with my feelings and that if I take the step to give, maybe I will receive a surprise in return. And trust me, I am still learning.

So yes, after all these years, we finally meet again. Maybe you have, maybe you have not, but I genuinely hope that you’ll be able to find someone that could teach you as much as you taught me.

And from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

I wish you a wonderful life ahead.

With love,

Me.

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— Chuck Palahniuk, Snuff

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How do you hope to spend your 20th anniversary on Oct. 3?

The President: Well, I don’t think we can get too wild because our 20th anniversary is a month before the election.
Mrs. Obama: Do you want me to dream? Okay. I’d want to retrace our honeymoon.  We started in San Francisco and spent a week driving through some of the prettiest-
The President: Napa and Big Sur and Carmel-
Mrs. Obama: We would stop, go to a nice dinner.  I really loved that trip.

And reality check: Since California’s not a swing state, what do you think you’re really going to get?

The President: We will get dinner.
Mrs. Obama: That would be heaven. If we’re in the same place. Hear that, schedulers, Oct. 3!

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