Tomorrow marks three weeks until election day. I can’t imagine where the time has gone since that sunny spring day in May when I declared my candidacy!
Thinking back on the last five months there are so many wonderful moments to recall and so many amazing people that I have met—each one teaching me something that will help me to serve as an effective assemblywoman beginning January 1st.
I have to admit though, the place where I most enjoy my campaign is in going door to door. That is where I am directly connected to the people that I will represent and where I am truly aware of the inherent honor in such service.
Tonight one of my doors led me to a woman who explained that she is a disillusionted voter and for the first time in her adult life, she is not going to the polls this November. Alongside this woman stood her teenage daughter who explained that she is one year away from registering to vote.
Through further conversation, I learned that the daughter is involved in her school’s student government and looks forward to being able to cast her first vote in next year’s elections. I found the young girl’s enthusiasm for the voting process energizing and within minutes we were talking in-depth about the women’s suffragette movement, the related movie, Iron Jawed Angels ( http://iron-jawed-angels.com/) and the Women’s Rights National Historic Park in Seneca Falls (http://www.nps.gov/wori/index.htm)
Before I knew it I was inviting the young girl and her mother to come to Albany next year for a tour of our state capital. I also encouraged them to make the trip to Seneca Falls, to learn about the women who literally gave their lives so that all of us could vote.
And then, just as I was about to walk out the door, this special mom explained her reticence about voting….tied mostly to a lack of passion for and engagement with any of the current candidates. And with a pause and a loving glance at her daughter, this woman smiled at me and said, “…bit you’ve changed my mind here tonight and I am going to get out and vote. Thank you for coming to my door.”
And all I could respond was that, truly, it was my honor.