In my ten years as an eligible voter I have been offered one mediocre candidate after another. I've been asked time and time again, election after election, to settle for what is most expedient; to stomach the candidate who is least awful. I have never been asked to dream. I have never been moved. I have never believed.
"We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics, they will only grow louder and more dissonant. We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
"But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope."
I hear those words and I am so overwhelmed with hope - hope that maybe things can get better, that maybe this country can be pulled back from the precipice from which it has been hanging - all I can do is cry.
I've never been so ready to cast a ballot in my life. I hope that, for once, we really can make a difference for the better. I hope that, for once, maybe we will get it right. And when I doubt, when I wonder if any of this can really be done, I listen to those beautiful words again.
Yes, we can.