Well, it's February and Tuesday Missourians get to vote. I think you already know who I'm voting for. Not because he's an African American or a brother, but because I think he will do a good job of leading the country.
This past weekend, I took three of my kids (6, 10 and 11) to the rally for Barack Obama. We stood out in the cold for an hour and a half and then stood for another 2 hours indoors waiting on the candidate we hope will be the next President of these United States. They had a remarkable time. We were actually about 30 feet or so from the stage so they got some Mardis Gras beads as well as placards that they have since pinned to their bedroom wall in memory of the night. This is truly a historic time and I'm glad that I could share that bit of history with them. In my 40 years of life, I can't think of a more excited time that I have participated in with regard to politics. I can now relate to the excitement felt by those who believed in the vision of the man, who I share a middle name with -- John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
Sometimes in life, you happen upon a book that really speaks to you. It is as if the book actually found you and not you, it. As I look back to a chance meeting in June 2007 in the St. Louis Airport, I would have to say that is absolutely the case here. At that time I met the real Chris Gardner, for whom one of my favorite actors, Will Smith, portrayed in the film, Pursuit of HappYness. If you thought the movie was good, you should definitely pick up a copy of the book by the same title. The movie doesn't nearly do his story justice. It really didn't go down the way the movie portrayed it either, but I can see why they put the Hollywood twist on it. To actually give this guy's life any justice on film would require it be done in a mini-series. The obstacles and challenges he overcome were incredible and he has really inspired me to continue reaching for higher heights. After reading his book I have but one regret. I wish I had read the book prior to my meeting Mr. Gardner. The conversation would have gone totally different. Not that it wasn't unforgettable as it was, but I would have had so much more I would have inquired about. Who knows, maybe we're destined to meet again. I sure hope so.
Nevertheless, do yourself a favor and pick up the book. I haven't read a book this honest since reading Richard Pryor's memoir -- Pryor Convictions: and Other Life Sentences