I’m not sure I’ve ever met a stranger. So when I first saw that long line, I couldn’t wait to start chatting up a new friend. It didn’t take me long before I found her. I shamelessly didn’t get her name, but we swapped stories and made idle conversation. I admired her turquoise jewelry and she told me she never leaves home without it. She wore a red sweatshirt and didn’t look anywhere near her 70 years.
We eventually made our way to the front of the line, our eyes firmly on our voting prize. Miles of conversation that mostly centered around the beautiful weather that morning or how fast the line was moving were behind us. We stepped into our respectable voting booths and then we went our separate ways. I’m sure I’ll never see my new friend again, but I’ll never forget her face or that turquoise necklace.
When I got in my car that morning to finally come to work, I realized how blessed I had just been. Not only did I get to exercise my right to vote, even if it did take much longer than I had expected, but I got to be touched by someone that had generous eyes, a kind heart and a fondness for turtles. Not a bad way to spend an hour and 20 minutes, if you ask me.