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I.In Chicago’s bungalow belt, a young father and his son converse of politics in a modest sized family room. Comfortably, they sit waiting forHim to appear on the screen. In a couple of minutes, their vision will befilled with the hypnotic colors of the American flag. And from the red and blue tumultuous waters of this American story, a father and son will beintroduced to a new American idea, gleaming with conviction and callingforth the New.But, there is something that hides in the chilled air. And a father and son will not be able to see on the screen what theTV cameras miss. They do not witness the black light of fear that quietly lingers in his body. A father and son are not there to see him pensively sitting alone inone of the greatest legislative halls of the Nation, where the hands of American liberty held tight two halves.
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~There he quietly sits, on a wooden bench between the legs of Lincoln,growing with anticipation for a moment that has slipped through thefingers of so many before.He stares deeply at the ornate iron doors leading outside to thepublic. And, he begins to hear the public calling on the other side. He hearsthem chant his name into the frigid air. For a moment, he hopes that their warm breaths reach his soul. Once again, they chant his name, but he doesnot step out yet. Instead, he continues to lose himself in a moment of serenity before reaching the shifting ocean.He hears the echoes of footsteps crossing over the marble floor. It ishis wife and a messenger. Immediately, he stands and extends his hand. Headmires her for a moment and gently holds her. Underneath her smile, henotices something. And they both know what it is and silence reigns. Hekisses his wife on the side of her face and tells her,“I love you.”She believes in him and quietly walks back into the shadow whereher children wait.Then, he looks over to the messenger and notices the same face of concern that his wife carried. He places his heavy hand on the shoulder of
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