I have a wonderful friend.
She is beautiful.
And so full of life and joy and just….oh, goodness…what’s the word? Electricity.
She is a successful attorney.
She is fluent in many languages.
She has worked with many politicians on the domestic violence issue and has been an influential voice in that important conversation.
She is the wonderful mom to three beautiful children who dearly love her.
She has enjoyed a career that has taken her all over the world.
She is learning to read the Bible in Hebrew.
She is a fantastic speaker.
However, she has many health problems.
She spent the first years of her life in a children’s hospital and had many operations.
She has no use of her neck.
She has serious heart problems.
She is unable to do many of the things that you and I do every day with no problem – like reach the glasses on the top shelves.
The medical community might label my friend Botched Abortion, because that is how she came to be.
But I would much rather call her Beauty from Ashes, because that is what she is.
I’m not going to tell you how to vote, but the thought of a world where my friend would have been left to die instead of being given care is absolutely incomprehensible to me.
I know the economy is a mess. The war has been long and clearly complicated. People are nervous and frustrated. Honestly? So am I.
But when any leader – black or white – tells me that my friend does not deserve the chance to become a brilliant attorney and a loving mom because she had the audacity to to survive an abortion? That leader will not have my vote.
Not now, not ever.
Am I a one-issue voter? Hmm…I guess I might be, though I only just realized it now.
But the thing is: I know my friend. And when our elections begin to be about platforms and personality rather than actual people….we lose. We all lose.
Believing that America has not lost her capacity to love,