Somehow mail-in balloting works here in Maine! Go figure. Once my 2020 election ballot was mailed, I then placed it safely in the green mailbox outside the York Town Hall. Hannah and I are playing our part to elect a new president for 2021.
When you drive by our place, you will see a We Believe sign promoting that Black Lives Matter, No Human is Illegal, and Science is Real.
We have another sign supporting our friend Patty Hymanson, our state rep in her re-election bid for the Maine House.
Our neighbors across the street have the signs supporting the current president and others in his party. These are good folks; they are the first to come to the aid of their neighbors, especially Hannah and Dan.
It turns out their son Johnny is running for the same state rep position as our friend Patty.
And after thinking about it, a few days ago I sent this text to Johnny’s dad, our neighbor whom we’ve known for thirty years.
I have been meaning to text how impressive it is that Johnny is in the District 4 race. As Teddy Roosevelt said, your son got into the “arena” and took a stand. He walked the walk. As parents you have done a heckuva job. Congrats to you all.
Dad responded, Thank you so much. I value your words.
It’s a small step forward.
Here is an excerpt from the preface of Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly quoting Teddy Roosevelt’s speech, often referred to as “The Man in the Arena” speech, delivered at the Sorbonne in 1910.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points our how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes up short again and again…
Who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.