Years (and years) ago, I spoke to a convention of school administrators in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I sat at the back of the room before my turn, nervously shuffling my index cards (I told you it was a long time ago) and listening to the speaker before me. His name was John McCain and the audience was completely hushed as they listened to his story of being held captive by the Viet Cong. I began to wonder, how am I going to follow this speech?

Not very well, it turned out. But McCain went on and became a man of some renown, and he is currently spending this Memorial Day weekend down the street from me in Sedona, Arizona (technically he’s in Page Springs, but it’s close). He’s here interviewing vice presidential candidates as the press waits nearby with their truckloads of mobile satellites and reporters.

It’s interesting when you discover that someone’s history is somehow tied back into your own. Especially a person who’s running for president. For me, it emphasizes the larger world of possibilities and how we never really know exactly where we’re going.

I used to be afraid of that and now I think it’s the best part of life. Anything can happen, for Senator McCain and for me.

One Response to "Senator McCain And Me"

  1. colleen

    May 26, 2008

    Well JFK spent time in the town I grew up in…before I was born.

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