When I began my fight against disenfranchisement in District 2, it sprang from outrage that Democrats didn't have a choice in an important election. The Tea Party Republican was unopposed in the general election after a generically named “non-candidate” fooled voters once again in the Democratic primary.
I was advised by party leaders that I could ask Mr. Smith to step down (he didn't) or run as a write-in candidate where, at best, I would garner a small fraction of the vote. By getting out there to campaign, I would sow the seeds for future runs and that with a revision of gerrymandering and my name actually printed on the ballot, I could have a chance to be the voice for the 713,000 citizens of District 2 in Washington.
I weighed the pros and cons. If I didn't deplete personal funds, endanger my health, or seriously ignore my family during the process there really was no “con”. So I worked the campaign as hard as I was able.
What I underestimated was that I could “win” even if I didn't win the actual election.
My “win” was the people I encountered on the journey—kindred spirits from all walks of life. I met amazing women canvassers, youthful enthusiastic Hillary organizers, intelligent and ernest candidates, wise Party leaders, and hundreds of folks who shook my hand, looked into my eyes and told me their story.
The campaign chapter of my life story will be cherished for the human connections I made. Thank you for walking with me on my journey.