America is in severe turmoil. Like a an infant hooked up to an incubator and struggling so desperately to live she is grasping for breath for any vestige of hope that she may survive. With every obstacle that comes her way she remains valiant with a strong will to continue to fight for her life. Her little heart beats as her ability to stay alive and kicking is being challenged on a daily basis. The significant difference between this tiny miracle of life and our country is that this has not been going on for days or even weeks but years. This is how I see America right now and like a mother who loves her newborn baby unconditionally I must fight for her life. Giving up and walking away is not an option.
This very analogy came to me organically one fateful evening. It was another day at my local Republican Headquarters and rather than the usual grown up volunteers that were manning the phones we were fortunate enough to be graced with the presence of our youngest helpers that Saturday night. With their proud mothers in toe there sat four little girls ranging from ages 8-10. As I watched them make their phone calls to the registered voters with such ease it dawned on me that these angels are not just our responsibility but also our future. I observed as these innocent children asked the usual scripted questions with the same ease and professionalism that you would expect from their adult counterparts.
There was one little girl in particular that sticks out in my mind though. Throughout the night she would receive rude statements and hang-ups often mid-way into her calls but she stood her ground like a princess warrior from a classic storybook and needless to say I was quite impressed. Like water off a baby chick’s back she managed to make call after call all the while handling herself in an unbelievably mature and fearless manner. Perhaps I was amongst a future Jan Brewer, Michelle Bachman or Sarah Palin? I don’t know but regardless of what career choices this little girl eventually ends up making I have no doubt I had witnessed before my very eyes a future leader in the making. An amazing feeling of warmth and comfort came over me and left me with extra boost of inspiration and faith.
The evening was coming to a close and the final calls were concluding. The girls along with their mothers gathered their belongings while I was checking the call stats for the night. The mothers approached me and asked if I could speak to their little girls for a few moments so I obliged. The question they had for me was, “Could you please tell our children why you are doing this?”
I did not take this request lightly and the sense of responsibility I felt was significant. The girls and their mothers circled around me and I went on to explain in the simplest and most relatable terms that I could conjure up where my inspiration came from.
“Girls”, I said, “when you were a baby your mommies held you, bathed you, fed you… loved you.” Their little doe eyes looking intently at me, I went on to say, “They made sure you were safe, secure, healthy and happy when you first blessed them with your presence as they continue to for the rest of your lives. Well girls, that is how I feel about our country. I love America unconditionally just like she was my baby.”
With tears welling up in my eyes I went on to say, “Our country is hurting right now and I must do whatever I can to help her. That is why I am here every day making calls and talking to voters. I want people to know that know that America is in need of rescuing and voting for Mitt Romney for President is the way to save her.”
The one little girl who I initially had noticed was particularly attentive and looked up at me as if she understood completely. I thanked them all for stopping by the campaign headquarters and we all huddle up for a group hug. “God Bless America” we all said in unison, and I added, “Goodnight girls you did a great job. I am so proud of you!”
Looking back on that profound night at the Republican Headquarters, I see it as nothing short of one of the most sentimental moments that I had experienced during the entire campaign. It was cathartic for me and it truly made me realize the weight of the election at hand more than ever and validated my reason for practically living at the campaign office 24/7 as I had been doing for weeks on end. Since that night a series of equally significant events occurred throughout the campaign but this one will be forever etched in my mind and pivotal to my mission to remain pro-active in this fight to restore America.
After the Election loss I had to absorb what happened and the predictable continued destruction of my country. But after much contemplation it was not long before I recognized that the fight must go on. How could I ever turn my back on the country I love so dearly? How can I turn my back on the younger generations and future generations to come? We live in a country where all men are created equal and have the right to pursue happiness. How could I just sit idly by as my fellow patriotic men and women make the ultimate sacrifice and fight for our freedom every day? Simply put, I can’t and I won’t! This is why it continues to be vital to take a pro-active stance. To do what it takes and put as much effort as humanly possible in an effort to help end the Socialist agenda that Obama and his administration and the blatantly liberal biased media continue to carry out with strategically destroying our country with every passing day. It is not a question of if we will get our country back but when.
We all must continue to defend her like the resilient, proud, red-blooded All American conservative citizens that we are! To do otherwise would be a travesty of epic proportions and one that I personally refuse to take part in. So come on patriots…put on your armor and join me. We have a country to save!
Written by Jennifer Serrano