I found my way to the polls last election cycle, as many of you did.
Contrary to my kids’ belief, I did it for more than the free donut at Krispy Kreme. (Although, yum.) Regardless of how the results came down, I did my part, expressed my voice, and that was enough.
It’s important to support causes: Getting behind something you believe in.
It’s two main causes. One, platelet donation. I try to go every week, and it’s humbling to know I can sit still for 2.5 hours and save a life. The second is the area Humane Society, especially the Trap Neuter Release program.
What got me thinking about election day.
The woman who gave me my sticker gave me a smile, too. Thank you for showing up to vote! We appreciate you voting today for the <insert name> party today.
My ballot: A mixed bag
Only, my votes didn’t match what she thanked me for.
My ballot was a mixed bag of people I determined would be the best fit for their job. Red or blue, black or white, man or woman. Some won, some lost.
Would she be as overjoyed that I showed up to vote had she peeked over my shoulder a few minutes before?
The thing is, this political party she doled out stickers on behalf of means something to her. I can’t take that away. But I’d never ask everyone I encountered to donate platelets as I do.
First, it’s a pain.
It’s a needle stick and then a couple of hours of sitting still and squeezing a ball every several seconds. Yes, you get Oreos if you’re good and a T-shirt sometimes, too. So worth it.
And TNR … it can be heartbreaking.
I trapped Nash and got all his shots and surgery. Two days later, he disappeared. Sweet boy, 6 months, and my hope is that he has found a new stomping grounds or a happy home.
What I’m trying to say is …
I can’t question for too long that woman’s motives with the stickers. All I know is I did what I thought was best. Like I did with Nash, and like I do with platelets.
These decisions fit my values. Nash’s mother, Jayda, also went through the program. It was rough: That’s major surgery for a mama, and I suspected she was pregnant again. And she’s not as trusting of me as before.
But she looks lean and healthy and still comes back for me to feed. And that lands well with me. She’s safe.
What causes are you behind with all your heart? Just mention them here. Just as this post was not an attempt to get you to donate platelets or trap the neighborhood feral cats for good, I just want to see what you’re into, that’s all. Thanks for the opportunity to steal a bit of your reading time!
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