While traveling with my husband today we listened to the I inauguration on MSNBC.  Prior to leaving the house, I was honored to watch 45 take-off to his secluded paradise and hope to remain as far away from government politics forever.  I tried to give him a fair chance four years ago, but he blew it immediately fabricating his own account on his inauguration claiming 1.5 million showed up to witness his special day when the fact-finders provide evidence of 250,000 on or around the Mall area.  The side-by-side comparison photos from the 2009 Obama inauguration show Trump had significantly less people in attendance than his predecessor.  I will give Trump kudos that he had followers for the four years he was in office, however many of his followers switched camps due to his blatant lies among other things.

Today, at about noon EST I started feeling a sense of relief.  I now knew we were in the hands of Joseph R. Bident, the 46^th President of the United States, and Vice President Kamala Harris.  I pray that they will be guided by honest and kind human beings as they themselves are.  They have both worked through the trenches to get to where they are today.  It will not be an easy job to erase the distrust and hate that seeped into our water supplies, but we can do it.  For those who are Trumpsters, and believe the election was stolen, and that an “old” man won the election, let me say this… I feel your pain.  It is not fun to lose something that you have convinced yourself is meaningful and needed in your life.  You have the right to feel unhappy as I did four years ago, and you have the right to disagree with me and the majority that legally and fairly voted in the new administration.  But you and I must be adults about the outcome and the future and work together to find the common ground we both want.

Losing is never as much fun as winning but if we stand united, we will all win.  There are compromises to make and we must collaborate using our strengths to come together.  We must put down the weapons, including the evil language many of us have adopted in the last four years.  The nursery rhyme “Sticks and Stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you…” is a fallacy.  Words can be more hurtful and damaging than all the sticks and stones that are thrown at us.  Language can leave scars only felt by the heart and often not seen by the naked eye.

I ask each of you to erase the pain of the last four years and make today a positive step forward.

Take a moment and listen to this beautiful song by my friend Jeff Brisbin
https://jeffbrisbin.com/album/1770058/blame-it-on-love  I Wish You Enough4:06