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Another Question of the Day...

One of the reasons I read other blogs is to get other points of view. Sometimes, like today, I feel the need to completely bite from their thoughts because they make sense and I like them.

Having said that, My American Meltingpot, posed an interesting question the other day...

Would it make a difference in our presidential election if Barack Obama's White mother was alive and able to campaign with her son?

Something to think about, right? I have my own opinions -- and I'll share them -- but I wanted to hear what you thought about it first.

***UPDATE***

As I'm sure you've heard, Barack is taking a break from campaigning to be with Madelyn Payne Dunham as she struggles through what could be her final transition. He spent a great deal of time with his 86-year-old mother's mother -- a woman who stepped in and helped raise him -- and he obviously loves her dearly. Let's be honest -- with his history of level-headed thinking, you know it must be important for him to leave the trail at crunch time.

After reading this story on AOL, I took the time to read the comments left by others. To say I was appalled would be a gross understatement. Some of the hate-filled responses were so awful that I wouldn't dare glorify them here, but let's just say that they were hurtful and go a long way to answer our aforementioned question.

Regardless of what you think about a person's political affiliations, at the end of the day we're all human. When our loved ones aren't well, it's virtually impossible to function normally. While I've always been sensitive to the pain of others, my sensitivity to all things regarding grandmothers has been intensified in light of my loss earlier this year. It's hard enough to face the possibility of losing a loved one. The last thing anyone needs in a time like this is to have their motives questioned. I'll be praying for Mrs. Dunham, Barack, and his family during this difficult time, and I hope you'll do the same.

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