“All politics is local.”
We (we Americans) are in the midst of a contentious presidential election. I’ve been blogging since 2010 and, so far, I’ve successfully avoided talking politics. AND, I am not going to break with tradition, I’ll keep my opinion on the presidential election to myself.
But, “all politics is local,” former Congressman and Speaker of the House Tip O’Neil is credited with the phrase, bit it’s a moot point.
I vote, or should vote, for the candidate that most closely aligns with my political, and economic, interests. That is what makes the election for a national leader local.
I teach 8th graders US History (and science) and my students are itching to know who I am voting for or planning to vote for this year. I am not telling them who I am planning to vote for, either.
We’ve just begun studying the development of the US Constitution and I’ll be covering how a president is elected and how members of the legislatures are selected as well. In four years, my students will be voting and I am hoping and praying what I and so many other teachers have taught them guides them when they are casting their first votes. I hope what I teach them about history influences them, but most importantly, I hope that I’ve taught them to think critically and realize that all politics is local – it affects us where we live.
Friday was Breast Cancer Awareness day in our school, nationally it is celebrated in the month of October. Friday we wore pink. I wore pink. In 2014, I began a tradition of giving my students a pencil in early October for Breast Cancer Awareness. Somehow this year I slipped up and forgot to order the pencils in time for the first of October. The pencils arrived Tuesday and I passed them out in class Friday.
I explained why I pass the pencils out.
I shared Melinda’s rock, why it sits on my desk, and what it means.
Melinda was in the first class of students I had in my first year as a teacher. I had her in my English and Social Studies classes. Sixth grade was a struggle for her – emotionally, socially, and academically. But despite all that, school was the best part of her day because when she went home her mother was struggling with breast cancer. At the end of the year, Melinda gave me the rock – my Freedom Rock as her end of the year gift. That rock has sat prominently on my desk since.
Her mother would pass away in the summer after sixth grade and I attended the funeral. I hope I taught her as much as she taught me.
So, I shared why breast cancer is local for me.
Yesterday, when I bought gas, the cashier commented on my pink shirt and thanked me explaining her mom is a survivor. And this morning when I bought roses for my wife – pink roses – the flower shop owner told me about her friend who is struggling with breast cancer.
It’s local, it’s all local.
I can make a difference, we all can make a difference. I’ve made a donation to the American Cancer Society to help fight breast cancer and I urge you, if you are able, to make a donation as well. I have provided a link here or you can click in the sidebar on the top right.
Today is gonna be a great day, it’s already off to a great start. So, I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. I have to get on with my chores for the day and planning for the week. Making the Days Count, one day at a time. It’s all local.
What is happening locally in your world??
Today’s post is inspired by last week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Local. This week, share what “local” means to you, and show us where your heart is.