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Madame President
by Judith Bakkensen
The rain wrapped around my legs and blew into the hood of
my coat. I didn't care. I wanted to see someone famous. I
wanted to touch her and talk with her. She was the queen of my world,
the first woman president of the United States.
As the aircraft touched down, tears filled by eyes and I
trembled with excitement. She was going to be older, of course, since
her reign of eight years, and the passage of these years, but she was the
first. The doors opened. The crowd cheered even before she
appeared. She smiled and waved.
We screamed out her name in response. She carefully
walked down the steel steps and onto the red carpet. She stopped at the
microphone.
The rain and wind had stopped and the sun burst in on us.
She began, "Thank you, it is great to be in Seattle. I am so
grateful you still remember me. We have had four women presidents
since I was president. Each of these woman have availed themselves of my
advice and friendship. I wish I could talk to you all one-on-one.
Thank you again for coming out to greet me. I am so touched. I have
seen the world become a place of peace and cooperation.
Women have made this happen. Thank you.
She nodded graciously at the applause and walked toward us.
She was shaking hands. She looked into my eyes. I was so excited.
We had a moment, a connection. My spirit soared. I would do
anything for her.
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