The end of a weekend trip with friends had come to an end. I hailed a taxi and headed to the airport alone.
Couldn’t help but notice the taxi driver beamed from ear to ear. His bright smile spread across his face in vivid contrast to his dark chocolate skin.
Not sure how our conversation began. His name was Tadesse. He’d immigrated legally to America five years ago. His homeland was Ethiopia, though he had lived in several countries in Africa.
“How do you like America?” I said.
Tadesse told me about his apartment, his family, his job driving his taxi cab. Smiling all the way.
“I like the freedom,” he said, then continued in broken English, “For human being, freedom is the most important.”
Said he wanted to become a citizen. He wanted to vote.
“Here, when no elected,” he said, “there are no guns.”
We Americans think our elections are stressful, contentious, raucous, and uncivilized. We take for granted that the challenges we make to power and the changes we turn in our elected leadership usually take place without violence.
Our democratic process, imperfect as it may be, grants us peace.
I said good-bye to Tadesse at the airport. Wished him the best.
One day he will officially become an American. In his heart, he already is.
The Lord gives strength to His people;
the Lord blesses His people with peace. Psalm 29:11 NIV
Courage, friends. Please vote on November 6th.