Friday, October 9, 2009

His Gift Is OUR Prize

I just read the breaking news headline that President Barack Obama has won the Nobel Peace Prize "for his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples."

I burst into an explosion of happy tears for him, enjoying this, the ultimate recognition of his efforts on behalf of world peace. I want to hold onto this moment—where it's just me and that headline—before his political detractors have a chance to ruin my day by turning up the volume on their bitter diatribe.

I was watching our president speak in Cairo on June 4. I cried that day as well. Here was a person, an American president, who was finally extending the gifts of hope and a new beginning that I would share with the world if I had the chance, a message of opportunity to world. Here was an American president extending his hand instead of his fist.

Yes, I know men and nations have been fighting since the dawn of mankind. Yes, I know they'll continue to fight until the end of days. Yes, I know a dialog that contemplates a world at peace is the stuff idealistic youths argue passionately over in their college dorms—a nonsensical, illusionary and quixotic vision that has no substance in the real, GROWN-UP world—but I'm glad our president spoke for me and for others like me that day in Cairo.

I heard two days ago that the United States of America has risen like a shot this year, from seventh place to first place, as the most admired country in the world.

And I know who has made that possible.

~ Robin

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