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Election 2016?

​Today, I am proud of America.

Did you see what happened last night? Did you see people's passions spiral when they spoke intimately with one another? Did you see them, first scared, then angry, then sad? Finally exhausted, did you see them dream?

Did you see the night when the entire globe reflected on what it means to be an American?

Did you see those same dreamers wake up this morning to fortify their values? Did you see them concede with aplomb, and celebrate with humility?

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