It’s a hard time.
People protesting in the streets, hate being brought on you for your choice, and you’re being made out as a bigot and racist.
You are being made out to be heartless. Ignorant, even.
I know, because I am one of you.
My decision to vote for Pres-Elect Trump did not come easy. I prayed and wrestled with my decision for a long time.
You see, I live in the Appalachian Mountains, near coal mines and lots of factories. We have taken a massive hit and people hurt. People were scared of a Democratic win, because our jobs and livelihood could have been on the line. I’ve seen what Obamacare has done to jobs; part time at my job use to be up to 35 hours, but went down to 28. We couldn’t handle another four years of the same.
We vote, because we hurt.
I pray that we all can come together and build a better tomorrow for our children. That we can become a stronger country than ever before.
But we have to stop fighting one another for that to happen.
In my neighborhood there are a lot of Clinton signs. We have a Trump sign. As we were walking back from voting (we live 45 seconds from our polling location) we passed our neighbor who has a Clinton sign. She was excited to see us out voting, and I was happy to see her going to do the same. This is how we should all be.
Let this not divide us, but bring us closer.
To those who are being ridiculed because of your vote, I hurt with you. You are not a racist or a deplorable person. You are human and voted your heart.
For those who are hurting and afraid of a Trump presidency, I feel your hurt. I pray that in time none of your fears are realized and you can feel joy for your country.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13