Barack Obama

It has been a difficult few weeks for me. I am from Boston, a suburb, yes, but we are all Boston here. I had friends, one in the VIP stands and a dozen that were a few doors down from the second blast.

With all the hate and conspiracy theories that flew around here like erratic ping pong balls, dear god it pained me. All the backseat drivers at DU knew far more than the people of Boston. They would not listen to what any of us said. They knew, we did not. They were the same crew, the band of brothers here.

In my opinion, if the survivors that lost limbs have the courage to fight, if the veterans from Iraq and Afghanistan have the compassion to fly to the side of the fallen in Boston, then it is my obligation to stand tall. For them, for my country and for our President.

Do I feel like calling it quits sometimes, yes I do, but I won't. There were many sleepless nights for me the past few weeks, on top of that I still had to get my sorry ass out of bed and go to work. When I came home, many nights I was to tired to do more than read and recommend the threads. I won't back down though. I can not.

Together as one voice we can make changes. Will they happen over night, sadly no.

I first found this song on The Obama Diary.
Gold in them Hills

He is not talking about pots of gold, that's not what I would want anyway. It's what we find in our hearts that will make us strong. It's about love and strength and compassion.