change . . . of heart

This morning, driving into work, I heard an interview on the radio with a woman who is 109 years old. She is the daughter of a former slave. She talked about how her father, in the 1960's, saved his money so he would have enough money to pay the poll tax in order for him to vote. She talked about how proud she was to have voted for the first black man to become President. It brought tears to my eyes and truly gave me a new way of seeing what an amazing thing that has happened. I may not agree with his policies or ideas, but I can definitely respect him for this historic accomplishment.