Today Stephanie, Karina and I waited in line for 5 hours - yes folks 5 hours - at Dobson High School in Mesa to try to get free tickets to see President Obama speak on Wednesday. It was frickin' cold at 6:45am and right after noon, just 7 people shy in front of us, they ran out of tickets.
It was a sad day in Whoville.
These two young people at the very cut-off point started crying because they wanted to ask him about immigration. They're not legal to be here, since they were born in Mexico, but have lived here all their lives and know no other country. I felt badly for them.
Other than that, it was quite an adventure. Some guy from Crispy Creme donuts came by twice with boxes of free donuts (bless this man Great MecaShiva!). There was another guy with dreadlocks who was dancing and rapping selling key chains saying that Obama was the key.
Then there was the lady in back of us with her 10 year old son who just came out for him. He laid down on his jacket in the grass and slept while we shuffled forward.
Some other lady right in front of us connected with a friend and her son - who was now 40, she hadn't seen him since he was 4 who got tickets. They were thrilled. The lady in front of us didn't get one. She looked really devastated.
We all talked and visited and the line was like having our own small town. I got interviewed by Channel 12 news but my parents said they didn't show me - probably because I wasn't devastated. The girls and I had set an intention for the best and highest good that we make it to get a ticket - it didn't work out, but there is a Divine plan for everything. I didn't bother the news lady with all of that extra info. I was in my jammies when I was talking to her and my feet hurt like hell.
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