Her driver’s license and passport were expired, so I drove her to her voting station, a United Methodist Church, so she could vote. I told the poll workers that I was her sister, that she brought documents to prove her identity, and that we believe she would qualify for a provisional ballot because her signature today would match her signature in their records for past votes.
She was escorted to the voting room by courteous poll workers. I sat in a chair and tried not to worry. Thirty minutes later she returned, face glowing, waving a sticker that she voted. She was proud of herself and thankful to all the human beings who helped her.
I drove her to the Country Club Plaza and we ate a celebratory lunch.
God bless America.
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I love this story because you can see a sister help her sister. I also love it because you can see the desire to vote, and the appreciation of the opportunity to vote.
Again, whether things turn out the way you want them to in an election, or just in day to day things, there is much joy to be found in life.
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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