Memories Monday, October 22, 2018

I could have voted when I was 18. In fact, we were taught how to vote (they used to use machines that you would stand behind curtains and pull levers) when I was in elementary school. I learned the importance of each vote and looked forward to when I was old enough to cast my ballot.

But somewhere along the line, I lost sight of that. By the time I was old enough, I believed my vote didn’t really matter. And I hated politics in all its forms. A good friend of mine used to say he was a musician, not a politician. I concurred.

But when I got a few years behind my belt, I found that, if I wanted to keep my values, if I wanted my voice to be heard, I had to vote.

I now vote by mail. I have had health issues that don’t always allow me to get out when I want. But in my community, I can drop my ballot off at the local library. That way I don’t have to worry about it getting lost in the mail.

So, if you want to make your values count, get out and vote. If you don’t, you have no right to complain about the results.

What are you considering this Memories Monday?

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