I sure cannot feel proud of myself for going out in the rain to vote. This is because of my friend Karen. She has worked the polls for ten years. They have to be there around 5 A.M. and leave at 9 P.M. So it is a 16 hour day. Plus they get no breaks for food. They bring snacks and catch bites when it gets slow. And did I mention that Karen has recently won a battle with cancer? So next time you go to vote, be extra nice to the people who cheerfully work there and help you out. They are exhausted, hungry, and some of the most dedicated patriots you will ever meet. Meet Karen when she was on a missionary trip to Haiti.
And here we are goofing around in a gift shop. Me on the right and Karen on the left.
“Make your motions and cast your votes, but God has the final say.”