It’s a long shot… but maybe somehow she CAN see this letter.

Madam Secretary,

Before I say anything, I owe you an apology. You probably wouldn’t remember, but I met you back in 1992. You and Chelsea came to the {then} Excelsior Hotel in Little Rock, AR. I was in 2nd grade and my choir had been asked to sing at an event you were attending. I’m sorry to say that I don’t know why exactly you were there. {Surely the fact that I was so young excuses me on this}. What I remember was my choir singing a few songs for you, one of which I had the solo in. When it was over, you were standing by the door greeting guests as they left. You bent down to greet some of my classmates and then looked at me. You walked over to me and said “And what a pretty voice you have, young lady.” I smiled as I observed you in a red suit with a black headband and a pony tail. <Here’s where the apology comes in> I looked at you and said “Thank you but my parents didn’t vote for your husband.”

*Face Palm*

You didn’t change anything about your face or your posture. You simply smiled and semi-laughed and said “Well that’s ok.”

I got in some trouble for that comment. My choir teacher over heard and when we made the trip back to Arkadelphia to be picked up by our parents, my teacher told my mom. She was so embarrassed and reminded me “You don’t have to say everything you know!”

I can’t say that we got into a political discussion on the way home, but I can say that you made quite the impression on me. I have many women in my life that I have always been able to look up to and admire, but in that brief moment, you made a lasting impact on me.

Flash forward many moons and here we are. I write this from my middle class home on my middle class couch while my husband and I stream from the CBS app to our tv the show “Madam Secretary.” I have heard you were part of the inspiration behind this show, by the way.  I sit here with a flood of emotions as I try to digest what has happened over the past year. If I feel this way, I can’t even begin to fathom how you feel.

Please know this: You fought hard and we couldn’t be more proud of you!

You listened when we talked. You heard our hearts. You cared about what the American people were saying. You kept your head held high when it would have been easier to just not show up. You inspired me through your courage to stand tall through many tough situations. You kept it classy when your opponent couldn’t even define that word. You represented ME and so many others like me.

You lit a fire in me that hasn’t gone out. You inspired me to get involved in my community in hopes of making a difference. You have given me a clear picture of what it means to “never give up.” You have helped me to see my worth as a woman and to hold myself to a different standard. It is because of YOU, Madam Secretary, that I, the person who has gone on record in saying the phrase “History is boring”, is now spending time doing something I should have done a LONG time ago- understand our country’s history. You have inspired me to do so many things I can’t even put into words. I feel like the fire you lit inside of me through your determination, your dignity and your poise, is something that may change the course of my life.

I was inspired when I read your book “Hard Choices” three years ago… and I have been inspired every single time I watched you on a debate or an interview. I cried happy tears when you spoke at the DNC last summer. My husband and I were on vacation in Mexico when you walked on stage to give your speech accepting the nomination. With the patio door open and the cool Puerto Vallarta breeze coming in, I sat on the edge of our bed and cried through smiles as you vivaciously accepted the nomination. Our friends laughed when got back home and I told them that watching YOU on tv was the best part of vacation.

I admire you for so many things, Secretary Clinton, but most of all I admire you for your heart. From debates on tv to watching you live in Little Rock two years ago at the Democratic Convention dinner, I become so inspired from hearing you speak. Please don’t stop speaking. Things ended poorly and I am beyond disappointed, but if I thought this has silenced you for good, I would be heartbroken.

Please get back out there! Your “God given talent” is to inspire, and you do it so well. You truly have inspired me to “Never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it.” And I KNOW that what is right is for you to continue the good fight. Somehow, in some capacity, I beg of you please continue to fight.

And to you, Madam Secretary, I humbly say… thank you.

With much respect,

Cara Roxanne Matthews

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