Hope

This morning, it seems to me, there is hope in the world. I may have felt this no matter who had won the election because I am not, to say the least, a fan of George W. Bush. But last night as I watched the returns and looked at the faces of Americans on TV that were every color, age, and description I cried, more than once. If we can elect as president a person who looks different from most of us because of his ideals and the kind of person we believe him to be, maybe we can begin to look at everyone we meet with the same sense of possibility. That is hope.