I voted today as I have in every election since I was able at 18. I headed to the polls this afternoon with the hopes that the projected long lines would be shorter. Luckily, they were. I was happy to vote and get my sticker. It reminded me of when I was a kid and my mom would take me to vote with her. She would let me hit the "vote" button and I thought I had so much power.
As I walked into the building today I saw a woman in front of me who had two canes she was walking with. I noticed she was having a rough time of it. She had a folding chair over her shoulder that was jostling around. I approached her and asked her (very gingerly) if she could use a hand. She gladly accepted my help and we chatted as we walked toward the entrance.
She was there to help pass out leaflets - and I know she noticed that I grabbed both of the sample ballots as I always do. She looked somewhat confused as to why I would help her out, but said "thank you" several times. I assured her it was not a big deal at all and wished her a good day.
Doing the right thing has nothing to do with politics or preferences. I love the fact that I helped someone from the other side of the political fence today ;)
