We celebrated last night at the result of history being made. Barack Obama became the first African American President in the history of the United States. We were lucky enough to catch his acceptance speech on our break between classes, and even with the Korean translator broadcasting over his voice, we were still inspired.
We went to a small, quiet pub or "HOF," as they call it here. Our hostess and server, quite possibly even our cook, sat idly watching the news and knitting in her chair, smiling smoothly at what she had to deem was a momentous and historic occasion. We could see that the world was rejoicing, and though we knew not everyone had the election go their way, even the skeptics seemed to be reassured by the command and intellect imbedded within Obama's voice.
Such an event did make us homesick, imagining ourselves intertwined with friends and like minds, cheering stranger after stranger at what we would have witnessed. But it is a thing of pride now to call ourselves Americans while in a foriegn country, for we feel a great sense of acheivement at how far our country has come. The entire image of America is now susceptable to change for the better. The world will be faced with the task of reassigning their opinions to more optimistic viewpoints on our behalfs.
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2 comments:
beautiful writing.
Mom
You're mom is right,you do write so beautifully; you can almost imagine yourself there.
I hope you and Sally are doing well, and I will be thinking of you and praying for you during this Holiest time of the year.
God bless you both and I hope this experience is everything you want it to be and more.
Love always,
Kippy
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