.....Then, about 30 minutes after arriving, the big moment arrives. A staffer asks us all to take our seats. All eyes turn to the backdoor facing the yard. It opens, and President Obama casually walks down the steps, as if he were arriving for a cookout with family. No pomp. No circumstance. Just a down-to-earth leader of the free world taking the time to talk to a handful of people.
He walks around and personally greets everyone, shaking hands and giving hugs freely.
The homeowner who is hosting the event (a hemophiliac who is also feeling the positive effects of the recent healthcare reform act because he no longer has a lifetime limit on his coverage) greets everyone and tells his story. He then hands the microphone to the president.
President Obama talks for less than 15 minutes about the Healthcare Affordability Act and its importance. But it's clear this event isn't about him. It's about the American people. So he turns the attention to me and asks me to tell the group (and the media in attendance) my story.
Just as I begin, my son Wesley (age four), who has spent the time so far playing with another little boy in the backyard, wanders to where the adults are gathered. I assume he must have heard my voice and mention of his name and got curious as to what was going on. I see him out of the corner of my eye and announce, "This is Wesley." Just then, Wesley walks over to President Obama and gives him a high-five! He then runs back off to play with his new friend.
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