The kids were from everywhere — Tennesse, Alabama, Massachusetts, New York, etc. What was it like to be there? It was like the Vietnam Nam war protest except painfully polite. People marching is logistically better than having them crushed in one place for 3 hours. I paid and got a front-row seat in the balcony of the Newseum. Seeing that sea of people from my perch on the balcony was jaw dropping. But, being on the ground and looking into their proud, determined faces, I now have hope for our future. My heart soared. I told as many as I could: “You give me hope.”
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson
