Four years ago, after the inauguration of “he who shall not be named,” I was on my way to Los Angeles for a conference. I was working on a speech I was going to deliver when I was distracted by the view out the window.
I was somewhere around 35,000 feet over New Mexico. Looking down, I saw an occasional patch of lights — a town or city, filled with human beings all struggling to make their lives a little better, people with husbands, wives, lovers, children and pets, all pretty much living day to day and facing many of the same challenges I face.
They were down there, living their lives, going to work, to school, to church, to the movies and theaters and restaurants and stores.