What the hell did he say?
My family thinks I’m a little crazy. I know because they’ve told me that.
And they are right. I set off the smoke alarms in the house the other day while I was cooking because I got distracted.
Why am I doing what I’m doing? I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder what my goal is here. Are the steps I’m taking heading towards that goal? Why do I want to achieve that goal? What’s going to be the impact? Is there any chance of an impact? Will I have any kind of success?
Sometimes I get frustrated. Sometimes I feel like what I’m doing is futile and foolish.
But, I want to briefly revisit the Markey Open House.
Specifically, the moment immediately after the above photo was taken.
I had been watching and taking photos of Markey shaking hands with people in the crowd, which he did while smiling politely.
My husband went up to him and shook his hand. I snapped the photo.
Then I put my camera down and expected Dave to walk away.
But he didn’t. Rather he looked Markey in the eye, leaned in, and said something quietly to him.
And Markey’s face changed. Visibly.
Markey leaned back towards my husband, touched his arm, and shook his hand again.
And I said to myself, my husband has done it again. He’s worked his magic. He’s made a connection.
And I could tell Markey sincerely appreciated whatever it was he said.
And it might have given him a little more fuel in the tank to continue with his fight.
So, perhaps a small iimpact.
Some of you might be saying, “Well, Dave had that impact.”
But I was the one who got him there.