Comments about ‘Election Day: A time of reflection and remembering’

I was the companion he referred to. What he failed to mention was the rest of the story. That was a cold, foggy, Sunday morning. As we sat in the train station, we saw 3 beggar kids climb out from under a box bench seat. As they left for their day on the streets, I looked under the bench. I could see a couple old blankets, a couple old pair of shoes and socks, and the remains of a very old coat. I still have a lump in my throat as I remember that experience. Every ounce of feeling sorry for myself, because I wasn't home with my family on that great celebration day, hung in my throat like a giant lump as I realized just how lucky I was.