President Barack Obama

I grew up believing that one day, if I worked hard, and really wanted to, I could be the President of the United States. I never doubted that fact. Even though I grew up in a mostly working class neighborhood outside of Los Angeles, California, it never occured to me that what I believed was not true. And then I met the most wonderful person in the world, and she happened to be black. People told us Chelle and I were nuts to get married. They told us it was hard enough to be young and married, let alone married to someone of another race. People who loved us dearly even played the "Think of the kids" card. I soon learned that what I taken for granted, things like open doors and opportunity, would not necessarily be available to my son, a mixed race kid from a middle class background. Until today. Today I can tell my son, and one day my grandchildren, that they too can grow up to be President of the United States of America. Today I am truly proud of my country. We are not there yet, but we are surely closer.