I’m looking very hard for a silver lining today. If this post is a bit jumbled and rambling, it’s because I feel that way. I volunteered to be clerk at the Presidential Elections yesterday. A day that started with leaving home at 5:45 am and getting back home at 9:45 pm. You’ve seen how the day turned out on news channels and social media everywhere.
But I looked at my sketchbook early this morning (Yes, I drew in every little bit of downtime. Drawing keeps me sane.) and it tells a very different story. Of people coming out to vote in a democracy. Of older people (our polling station was at a Senior Living Center) with really serious disabilities determined to vote.
Pictures are my first language, words don’t work so well, especially today. So here goes.
A voter remembers volunteering many years ago, stops to share a story and say thank you.
Carissa is 17. She volunteered all day as a part of the team. If enough 17 year olds care this much, it can’t be all bad.
Kennedy was his first president. He felt his vote made it happen then. He’s voted ever since.
Dorothy did her homework, and read up on every measure (on a 3-paged, double-sided ballot in Santa Clara county, we had a lot to vote on.). Then she lost her ballot and her glasses. So her assistant, standing by her wheelchair for almost an hour read her through every measure so she could vote.
His hands trembled so much I wondered if those lines he drew to connect the arrows even counted as lines. But he took his time and filled in his whole ballot. And then thanked us for I don’t know what.
That’s my silver lining for today. If you can articulate it better than I can, please leave a comment, because it helps.