History
When I was growing up, my mother was always corralling me to watch an event being covered on tv. I remember one July night when I was in my room, reading a novel, feeling perfectly happy. She forced me to come downstairs to sit in front of our 15″ black and white television to watch the first moonwalk. Her rationale? “This is history.”
My mother did not have to force me to watch television last night. I couldn’t drag myself away. I knew without my mother’s admonition that I was witnessing history. And I was thrilled to do so.
After the speeches were over and the analysis started to sound repetitious, I found my copy of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s magnificent speech, “I Have a Dream.” He gave that speech in 1963, only 45 years ago. I imagine he was pretty thrilled last night as well.
Sometimes dreams can come true.