There are few events that you will never really forget. You won't forget the time, exactly what you were doing, and just how phenomenal that moment in history is, was and will always be. This morning was one of those times.
I sat on the side of my bed, sipping my first cup of coffee for the morning. I woke up my daughter a bit earlier than usual as there is no way I could actually allow her to sleep through this. It had to be watched. It had to be savored. It had to be felt. It had to be experienced. This is something you didn't want to hear about second hand. It was history in the making.
Race aside - though can it ever be? - this is really a significant start to what everyone hopes and expects will be a time of change. Though not American, I too could empathize with the feelings of pride and promise as I listened to Obama's victory speech this morning. It wasn't only what he said, but also what was reflected on the face of persons gathered in Grant Park, in front of the White House, and at churches across America.
I finally know what the people that gathered around their TVs in 1969 felt like as they waited to watch a man walk on the moon. You heard the hype. You waited with baited breath to see if could actually be done. You watch in disbelief as it is actually done and once again one's faith in restored in humanity. Because after all we can.