You hear the eloquent speeches and rhetoric about how "change" is coming. You know in your heart that the soundbites and the flowery language are just that without action to back it up. You see bold initiatives outlined that sound too good to be true on the surface, but you dare to hope that the greater good would be served by even a portion of the plan coming to fruition.
The opponents come out of the woodwork and criticize the sweeping changes of the new administration and begin laying blame for years of problems that pre-dated the new leaders. Scare tactics are used and some resort to name-calling. Yet the resolve of the new administration does not waiver and slowly and painfully the changes start to take effect.
You have learned from past experience that the other shoe will almost assuredly drop and that any good that may have occurred in the recent past will suddenly be swept away by another long string of disappointment. Still, the assuredness of the new leadership has you daring to dream.
Deep down though, you never really think that anything significant will happen. There is a core part of you that resigned itself to the fact that things are the way they are and that nothing will ever change for the better. When a miracle occurs and it does happen, the pure joy and excitement are almost overwhelming.
Today, I feel like Susan Lucci after her first Emmy or Martin Scorsese after his long-awaited Oscar win. I feel as though I just beat the Russians in hockey. I feel like I have an appreciation for the emotions that accompanied the fall of the Berlin Wall.

God bless you, Tom Ricketts.
Great post. You almost made me forget our best player just injured himself sitting in a chair and eating.
ReplyDeleteWhoa, was that just another Earthquake I felt.
ReplyDeleteNow if they could just say thank you when you drop off the cashola!!
that's a miracle. i guess they really are changing the ways over at clark and addison.
ReplyDeleteLove this. Gave me a much needed laugh today!
ReplyDeleteIt really is a miracle. I've been waiting 12 years. What's next? Fast-moving concession lines?
ReplyDeleteApril 1 ain't 'til next Thursday, man. You almost had me.
ReplyDeleteIt actually happened. I swear on a stack of Bibles. My chin still hurts from the force of my jaw hitting the floor.
ReplyDeleteHe even called me "sir" without adding "you're making a scene."