But there is one sermon I never mind hearing.
And that is this: Vote.
I voted in my ninth presidential election today. My batting average for picking victors stinks.
Doesn’t matter. We’re all winners when we participate in the process.
Look around today.
Practically every Facebook post, tweet and news story is a reminder that we live in the “Home of the Free,” where people, not dictators, decide who stays and who goes.
Millions of us wear those “I voted” stickers like a badge of courage.
To cast my ballot, I waited in line an hour. There were no fights, no cross words, no bitching about time spent away from home or work.
I couldn’t have felt better for myself or the country.