screeched; "US." The young woman wasn't expecting a respectful quiet. People were listening. She pulled facts and figures of world problems out of the tumult that had crescendo'd around graduation time. She addressed grandparents dying, no money for basic quality of life, a society seemingly divorced from God, and didn't bully when she said it again. "It's going to take us."
The next generation. The youngest men and women of America. Fresh faces, fresh ideas. The way through gridlock. The way to a future. Not a stomping tantrum for "change" but an elbow grease and dig deep.
"Does us include me?" A pops asked the young woman after the address. Some of his buddies asked, "What about me?" She nodded and mustered a smile. "Not sure how exactly, but yes!"
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