I’m 28 Years Old and the Fate of My Country Has Been on the Ballot Each Time I’ve Voted For President

It’s a sad choice to be so routinely faced with, but it doesn’t always need to be this way

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I was eight years old and it was during the 2004 Democratic National Convention that my dad came into my room and woke me with an uncharacteristic gleam in his eye. It was hard for me to imagine what he would want to show me that it was worth practically pulling me from bed at that late hour. But emerging drowsily fr…