I slept over on my friend’s couch last night. He’s a Trump supporter, and I haven’t been sure who to support before this, but now I know. I trust my friend completely. His wife’s credit cards were sitting next to me on an end table and I moved them out of the way when I laid down. I didn’t drive because he told me I shouldn’t, and I took his word for it.
For years he’s been frustrated and angry at our government. He is relieved that Trump is running, and I congratulated him on having a candidate that is perfect for him. I am sincerely happy for him, because I know he’s suffered over the years, and I love him, he loves me back and I want him to feel okay.
I’m voting for Hillary Clinton.
She doesn’t make me happy, hopeful, excited, or optimistic. I don’t think Ms. Clinton feels those emotions right now. My guess is that she feels a lot of hate and is actively trying to talk herself out of it.
I’m voting for her because I realize she’s asking me to do something that not everyone can do, and I wouldn’t ask my dear friend to do it. Not because he is a lesser person than me, unworthy or unreasonable, but because I know who he is as a person and what he’s has to endure emotionally.
My reason for voting for Hillary Clinton is that she is asking me to making a reasoned, thoughtful decision as to who should be President of the United States. I don’t remember ever having been asked to serve my country this way, by any other candidate.
I have faith that Ms. Clinton would tell me that she supports my decision either way, so long as I can promise her it is the outcome of my best, most thoughtful effort.
I believe in unconditional love, and I don’t place conditions on my friends as to what they should think or how they should feel. Therefore what I’m asking of you is not to tell you what you should think or feel, only that I need you to think and I need you to feel. God bless.