Driving back from my counseling appointment, I listened to NPR and heard Obama take battleground state after battleground state. I couldn’t let myself relax yet, though. Claudia came over to watch the results. I can’t describe the feeling when shortly after the west coast polls closed at 8PM, Obama was declared the winner. We all hooted and cheered and hugged. Obama is a symbol of something different to each person, I think. He fills me with hope. If the Celtics can come back from being the worst team in the league to win the championship, and an African-American named Barack Hussein Obama can be elected president in post-9/11 America, then I can beat cancer. Crazier things happen all the time.
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