When I cast my vote, I imagine faces.
I imagine the face of…
a hungry child who could be helped by better social programs.
a battered woman who feels unprotected and vulnerable.
a person ravaged by a war of national convenience.
a baby grimacing in pain during a grotesque abortion
procedure.
a soldier in a firefight needing better funding for better
equipment to survive.
a person denied the same rights I enjoy simply because they
are different.
a person who was viciously attacked without a means of
self-defense.
a person imprisoned for decades for a non-violent crime.
a senior citizen when their Social Security benefit is
threatened.
These faces have become the policies that direct how I vote.
I no longer see the face of the politicians running for office or the parties
they represent. I only see injustice and unrighteousness and want to make a
difference with my vote. When I see these faces that reflect suffering and
confusion, I owe the lives of the real people who live behind those faces my
vote to help bring change and to let them know they are not alone.
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