At 57, I’ve often felt like I arrived on this planet a decade too late. I graduated high school in 1977, missing out on iconic moments like Woodstock and the protests that shaped our nation. However, during President Obama’s second campaign, I realized it was never too late to make a difference. Tomorrow, I’ll serve as a Staging Director for my third Democratic campaign, having previously supported President Obama and Virginia Governor Terry McAuliffe. Now, I’m excited to contribute to the campaign of our future president, Hillary Clinton.
My journey has not been easy. I escaped an abusive first marriage, finding the strength to leave when my husband threatened me with a loaded gun in front of my toddler. With just two suitcases, I took my two kids and drove away, leaving behind a life filled with fear. I owe a debt of gratitude to many who supported me during that challenging time.
After six years as a single mother, I found love again with an incredible man named David. Together, we have a son, and he embraces my two older children as if they were his own. David had three children from a previous marriage, and I welcomed them into our blended family. Our lives took a drastic turn three years ago when David was diagnosed with end-stage heart failure after being misdiagnosed with chronic bronchitis. We’re now facing the complexities of an LVAD and heart transplant. Thankfully, I work for a company that offers superb health insurance, which has been a blessing during this trying time. In one alarming night, I transitioned from wife to caregiver.
David’s youngest son, Jake, moved in with us at the age of 12. Unfortunately, Jake faced different challenges. At 36, he went to the ER with chest pains, only to be told he would eventually require heart surgery. However, without insurance, he was sent home. The next time he felt chest pain, he didn’t survive. He was just 37. Tragically, three months after David’s diagnosis, Jake passed away. His death was a direct result of being uninsured. Whenever I hear criticism of the Affordable Care Act, I feel an overwhelming urge to shout. The ACA could have saved Jake’s life.
Now, I am a fighter. I advocate for health care, champion against domestic violence, and support the values that resonate with me. I stand against individuals who think it’s acceptable to disrespect women simply because of their status.
Volunteering has provided incredible opportunities that have kept me grounded. I had the honor of driving in Joe Biden’s motorcade and engaging in meaningful conversations with First Lady Michelle Obama. I’ve spent time with our future Vice President, Tim Kaine, and many other local politicians.
My advice to anyone reading this? Get involved, make an impact, and change the world. And remember, your vote matters! If you’re interested in learning more about family planning and home insemination options, check out this helpful resource. For those looking to boost fertility, Make a Mom offers great tips. And if you want to track your pregnancy week by week, March of Dimes is an excellent resource.
In summary, it’s never too late to take control of your life and fight for what you believe in. Embrace the opportunities to make a difference, and always remember to vote.