I have to admit: I was one of those who expected madness, mayhem, injustice, an interminably long wait for results--in short, I expected the worst. How hope-instilling was it to be proven wrong? For the results to come in so swiftly, clearly, seemingly without complication--to gaze at the television with my husband, listening to The Speech, watching the crowds celebrating in Times Square, in Chicago, in Century City, CA, while our boy snoozed peacefully in his bedroom--I closed my eyes and thought,Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, filled with hope that snarling divisiveness won't be allowed to rip us apart again, but fade away like a discarded, bad idea. Faith, hope and compassion--of course I want my son to know the meaning of these words. I will do everything I can to put them into practice.