One of us. . .wow!

What a historic evening. I just watched Barack Obama walk onto the stage of the Democratic Convention. One of us, ready to lead our country.
One of us. . .By that, I'm not talking color of his skin, because I don't care what color his skin is. I don't care what his middle name is. I care that he can do the job of turning our country around and helping us get started back in the right direction.
One of us. . .OK, one of us who's much more intelligent and has much more money than me, but one of us. Someone who could have sat beside me in high school or college. Someone who could have been at the same parties or events or concerts as me. Someone who probably grew up with some of the same cultural influences that I had: disco (the horror!), bell-bottoms, faint memories of the Bicentennial, remembering where we were when John Lennon was shot and when the Challenger blew up and when the Towers fell. One of us.
I am so very excited, and eager to work to help him be elected. I am excited at the thought of the difference one of us can make. The difference that many of us can make together can change the world. There's a tiny bit of sadness that I won't get to vote for a woman for president yet, but I can get past it. I can vote for one of us.
One of us. . . . .Obama for President!