Every morning my son and I listen to Martin Luther King. We listen to the “Free at Last” speech.. or the “Forgive your Enemies” or the “End Vietnam” It is from a CD called King for Kids. He loves it. It reminds me of a great man.
We got this idea tonight. On January 20, 2009 – will be a special day. For a lot of people. It is the last day of a presidency and the first day of another.
I marinated on the words from King’s speech:
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
I have not liked our current president or his policies. Please understand I work on both sides of the aisle – I believe in Republicans and Democrats. (Of course, I am a Democrat) I believe in America.Â All of America.
I am not pleased with the guy residing on Pennsylvania Avenue the past 7 years and 230ish days. Hate me because i have an opinion.
I’d like to send a blast out to Americans across this great nation of ours. Whatever candidate you are backing for president, it is cause for celebration. Whatever candidate you are backing for president : An Obama president means we as a nation crossed a threshold. It means everything we have etched in stone, all that we hold true, is, well, true. (How many commas can one actually put in a sentence I ask all the grammarians out there.)
So – my internet friends. Midnight 00:00 January 20, 2009 – won’t you yell outside your window..or gather in our county’s gathering place… and YELL with LOVE and Passion: “FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, WE ARE FREE AT LAST.”
( a little like Network.. with a little more passion and LOVE of what is right in America. I love this country and the people in it. )
May 29, 2008. A red eye to Boston. I’m in the middle of a tough time. Things aren’t going as well as I hope. I’m in my head and there is some scary music going on in there…like jaws or something.
I am teaching at 11am the next morning. I fly all night.. arrive in the AM.. shower and teach a class. I sit down in my warm and cozy business class seat and order a glass of Merlot. (A girl has gotta sleep you know.)
THe attendant let’s me know they only have Cab and proceeds to take great care of me that night… as I doze off.
I teach my class. It is amazing. One gentleman in the class really goes all out and changes my perspective. It was groovy.
I race to the airport to take the night flight back home. I had a couple of exchanges with some people that were not nice – I remember thinking in my head as I got on the plane, I just need someone to be nice to me. The scary music was there again. I was feeling a wee bit pathetic and alone.
As I board the plane I see the same flight attendant from the night before – this time I am in coach. I say hello. We laugh about no sleep etc.
The fight has just taken off – the flight attendant from first class sneaks over to me in coach, Shari, and hands me a glass of “Merlot honey, we have it tonight” and sneaks her way back up to her cabin. I just can’t believe it. How freaking sweet is that. I say thank you in such a lame way as I am so shocked.
I’m thinking about it . Wow. First, how did she remember me. Second, how did she remember the wine I wanted. and Third, I can’t believe she snuck back into coach to give me a glass of wine before all the serving happened. So incredibly sweet.
I write her a note and ask my flight attendant to give it to her. Shari came back and we teared up as we told each other about our lives and doing good work. It was beautiful.
Julie, the flight attendant in my cabin, comes by later to give me a split of special french wine they have. It is delicious. She tells me I deserve it and she will do whatever she can to make my flight great. I spend some time laughing with the women on the plane serving our drinks on how much they are spoiling me.. giving me that bottle like that.
It really was sweet. We never know when the next person we run across is going to simply make our day. We just never do.
It is kind of like that video above…. we just don’t know.
Thank you Shari and Julie. You were there for me when I really need a pat on the head. 🙂
My beautiful niece Tara is getting married february 14 to Rickie… a young man I love and enjoy so much. Tara has cerebral palsy and is in a wheelchair. Trying on wedding dresses is critical to the entire wedding experience. We are super excited about it and with my broken wrist we are a little worried about how much i can actually lift her.
Lisa at Bella Donna Bride Shop in Sacramento is a goddess.
We arrive: me, my two year old, Tara’s aid Angel and Ricky and his seeing eye dog. The red carpet doesn’t adequately define the day we had. .
Lisa and her crew rocked it.Â We found the PERFECT dress.Â We laughed as Sebastian (2 year old) peeked in every curtain.Â Tara looked stunning.Â Lisa asked so many questions – not shying away from any issue as she considered Tara having the perfect wedding day in her wheelchair.Â What I mean is – Lisa didn’t ignore the physical stuff- she asked tons of questions.Â Â It was awesome.
We went next door to the Terrace Restaurant.Â 5 star treatment again.Â special table.Â Everyone asking questions.
I wanted to toast to the happy couple. Asked if they had non-alcoholic bubbly – they didn’t.Â I went to the bathroom with my son.Â I overheard the woman responsible for watering the tables telling her manager she would run to the store and get sparking cider.. asking if she could please do it.Â Please.
We toasted to the day.Â You know what is cool?Â They didn’t tell us they went to the store.Â They didn’t charge us for it.Â They just brought it to the table in a silver bucket.Â Made a big deal.Â Even gave the two year old a champagne flute.