And I’ll react when faces find you
My friend Ashley used to be super politically active. Maybe she still is, not sure. Prior to the 2008 election though, she was working as a volunteer for Barak Obama’s campaign. He had a stop planned for somewhere in Ohio, perhaps Youngstown, and she wanted to go, but didn’t have a car. I had my truck, and I was up for an adventure. I never claim to be involved in politics, but I was certainly intrigued by Obama, and I had been doing a little bit of homework.
So we filed into a packed college gymnasium to hear his speech. I couldn’t tell you what he said now, but I remember appreciating his charismatic ways. After the speech, Ashley wanted to get close enough to shake his hand or talk with him. I wasn’t all about that, but I stood with her. As he’s making his way down the line of people, shaking hands, taking pictures, signing autographs, he ends up taking a book from a girl and signing the cover. I watched this happen and then the girl kind of lost position as Obama’s posse kept moving him along. He looked for the girl, but couldn’t find a way to give her the book back.
I caught his eye. I definitely stood out in the crowd due to my stature. I gestured for him to pass me the book with a lower lip curl, a head tilt, and a flip of my hand. His eye brows raised and he motioned the book in the girl’s direction, confirming my intent and our understanding. He handed me the book as I reached above the head of the guy in front of me. For that split second, we carried the weight of that book together. I took the burden of the book from him, and then gave it to a very excited college girl. She immediately thanked me and flipped open the cover to see what he had penned.
I thought I was just going to give Ashley a ride, but I ended up helping the president complete his duties. Go me.675 views