Against all odds

I contemplated not saying anything about this amazing feat. But how could I? Last night, I watched as America spoke. I watched the faces of the people at grant park. It was unbelievable! White, black, Hispanics, Asian, Mideastern, African (Yes, I saw a woman with headgear on), and everything in between, came together to celebrate. The other races screaming 'YES WE CAN' just as loudly as the blacks. I felt pride at that moment.

President-Elect (Boy, that sounds good!) Barrack Obama gave his wonderful speech. Again I felt pride. (I couldn't help watching for any funny movements, for any psycho tryna climb on stage or some other psycho *ish- but no, just pure unadulterated glee) I can't recall another time in American History when people of all nations and creed came together like this.

This morning, as I sit in this office chair, for some reason, I break down in inconsolable tears. I watch recaps of moments when Obama spoke of his wife, the genuine way with which he spoke her name, the humility with which he addressed me, and I couldn't hold back the water works. I will tell my daughter about 11.04.08 at approximately 10:49:36, when a man, the son of an immigrant, raised by a single mother/Grandma, of black descent, with a strange name 'BARRACK HUSSEIN OBAMA', took away the red tape. He rendered that glass ceiling nonexistent. All with the Audacity of Hope. Yes you can! Daughter, that man took you half way... YES YOU CAN!