Nick and I voted today. Would’ve been a shame to waste our right to vote, considering there are people in other parts of the world who would give anything to have a say in their country’s politics, especially women. And if I was this age a mere hundred years ago in this country, I’d have been fighting for my right too.
So today, we voted, and it felt good.
We parked right in the front, there was no line whatsoever, we were prepared with our ballot selections ahead of time. Super easy! That is until Nick got up from his chair to turn in his ballot. His rigid ankle hooked the chair leg. The room was quiet when he hit the floor, face first with a loud bang, the carbon fiber prostheses knocking hard on the tile. A uniform gasp from the dozen or so people was louder than the fall.
Two men ran over immediately and helped pick him up, saying kind words about him being so young and how sad they were that he has to live this way. Nick brushed it of like a champion though, not embarrassed a bit. He walked away unhurt and unaffected, assuring me that being embarrassed would be futile. “I’m going to be falling down for the rest of my life. I’d better accept it.”
After all this time, he’s still my hero.