I. Met. Hillary. Clinton.
I bought my ticket. Drove to Little Rock and waited in line for 3 hours.
All the emotions were going on simultaneously. Excited. Nervous. Thrilled. Scared. Talkative. Tongue tied. It was such a rush!
As I stood in line I kept thinking of what I wanted to say. I wanted to say so much… I needed her to hear me say how sorry I was that things turned out the way they did. I desperately wanted to share the pain I felt on November 8th and beyond… I wanted to know how inspired she made me feel! But I also wanted to be somewhat memorable. I had every reason to believe she would hear those things over and over…
So I told her I was sorry for what I said when I met her back in the early 90’s. My choir was singing at an event in Little Rock in which the First Lady and First Daughter (is that a thing?) would be attending. Hillary came up to my choir after it was over and said to me “what a beautiful voice you have!” I looked at the lady in a red pant suit with a pony tail AND a headband in her head and said “thank you. But my parents didn’t vote for your husband.” She smiled, kinda laughed and said “well– that’s okay!”
So as it’s my turn to walk up to the table I am prepared for my spill. She looked up and smiled, asked my name and shook my hand. She held my hand the whole time we spoke. She laughed after my story and said “well you shouldn’t feel bad for that.” She asked if I was still singing , released my hand, and I told her “Thank you for inspiring me to do more.” She smiled, said thank you and as I began to walk away she said “it was nice to meet you Cara(pronounced correctly) and I love your shirt.”
Best. Moment. Ever.
2017 will ALWAYS and forever bring fond memories.
Thanks for reading!