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In our fight for Dante's School I was asked to speak at the Clifton Town Meeting. It was an eye-opening experience: people are either too tired after their work day (because it's never enough, and we love to work overtime), or would rather go home and watch TV, or only have a short few hours before the kids are off sleeping. Very few individuals show up at town meetings. And so we give up our real chance to express an opinion and exercise our right to make choices and have influence on important issues that are taking place in our neighborhoods and consequently in our world.

Our world has never been more connected - here I was performing a show that will be broadcast and accessible to over 7 million people. My voice loaded with my prayers was set free in the radio wave universe, and the digital ocean of binary endlessness.

And yet it seems to me that man (read: a human being of either sex) has never been more isolated, lonely and filled with a feelings of helplessness.

Except when a prayer is answered. And you win the race. You run through that line and realize that you can make a difference. He did when he suffered, died and was buried. He, who on the third day, rose again, ascended into heaven and is seated on the right hand of the Father.

I do believe.



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	February 28, 2007
	We could see the cupola of the Capitol Building from the window of our room in Washington D.C. Well, not really the cupola. Just the little spike on top of it. That is, if it was the Capitol Building at all. And you couldn't really see it from our room, more like from the top of the stairway if you stretched your neck way out. I wasn't complaining. Our hotel was far from Ritz Carlton, but it was very near the XM radio building where we needed to be early the next morning. When you have a little baby, a bunch of equipment in the van and a flu, distance is the only criteria (saving a bit of our money felt good too). After all, the room had a lock and a chain on the door, clean sheets on the bed and a free internet access. What else do we need anyway? The next morning as I was getting ready, Matthew called. He wanted me to start the day with great news: Dante's school is going to stay open! We made it! In an instant I was crying. It felt like running through that finish line a winner, after you were told there was no way you could ever run the race. (not that I ever ran or won a race, but somehow I know the feeling)
	We arrived at XM nice and early. Our engineer "Q" was very welcoming and great to work with. We were ready to roll an hour before our scheduled time. With the very first note of "Take Up Your Cross" I disappeared into prayer. Mostly my thoughts were with my Dad who had been diagnosed with cancer exactly year ago. But I also prayed for the men in the prison and the children of Somalia I read about in an excerpt from "Infidel", the autobiography by Ayaan Hirsi Ali. Perhaps physically being right there in Washington D.C. where so much of our world's fate is decided, I was moved to tears by how much of the world's fate is decided by our ignorance, our lack of caring, our complacency, our comfort.
	In our fight for Dante's School I was asked to speak at the Clifton Town Meeting. It was an eye-opening experience: people are either too tired after their work day (because it's never enough, and we love to work overtime), or would rather go home and watch TV, or only have a short few hours before the kids are off sleeping. Very few individuals show up at town meetings. And so we give up our real chance to express an opinion and exercise our right to make choices and have influence on important issues that are taking place in our neighborhoods and consequently in our world. Our world has never been more connected - here I was performing a show that will be broadcast and accessible to over 7 million people. My voice loaded with my prayers was set free in the radio wave universe, and the digital ocean of binary endlessness. And yet it seems to me that man (read: a human being of either sex) has never been more isolated, lonely and filled with a feelings of helplessness. Except when a prayer is answered. And you win the race. You run through that line and realize that you can make a difference. He did when he suffered, died and was buried. He, who on the third day, rose again, ascended into heaven and is seated on the right hand of the Father. I do believe.
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