a big heart on Super TuesdayPosted: March 7, 2016
I always knew that my friend the Boston Pobble has a big heart. I first met her through her blog, Pobble Thoughts, which, sadly, she has discontinued. She lived an itinerant life for many years, but recently settled in her beloved Boston with her husband, the helicopter pilot Lithus.
You would not expect the terms “big heart” and “Super Tuesday” to go together, but they very much did this year in Boston. Pobble was the agent for what happened. Pobble’s mother, who blogs under the name Tahoe Mom, tells the story.
It is 30 seconds before the polls are to close. Pobble goes outside to see if there are any stragglers who need to come in. There is one couple. They are new US citizens from a war-torn African country. They know it is important that they vote. They want to vote. And they are not sure for what they are voting. Pobble says, “I need you both inside that door right now.” They go while the clerk is calling “30 seconds – we have 30 seconds.” Pobble, walking behind them, waves to the policeman to let them in. They walk through the door and the officer closes it behind them, takes down the “vote here” sign and locks the door. Pobble sits them down and explains she now has time to answer their questions.
She explains that this the election where they vote on who they will vote for in November. All is well and Lithus hands them their ballots. The husband said, “She is blind. She cannot vote.” Whatever the reason, neither were expecting her to be able to vote. When Pobble said, “of course you can vote,” the big smiles began. Pobble sends the man with his ballot to the voting booth. She calls over the officer as a representative of the law and another clerk to witness. She tells the woman that there is a law officer standing there to witness that Pobble is marking the ballot as the woman says. She read the ballot to the woman, the woman told her whom to mark and Pobble said to the officer, “Do you witness that I am marking this ballot for __________.” He replied, “I witness that you are marking this ballot for ___________.” Both husband and wife were beaming. Not only had they mattered, their vote had mattered and had been taken seriously in their new country. Pobble and I both agree that it is for stories like these that the poll watchers are there. We were given a Constitutional right to a free and honest election and there are people who care enough about that process that they give a day to lay aside their politics to make sure we all – old citizens, new citizens, all races and genders – all of us, get to mark our ballots or pull the levers for the candidate of our choice.
Thank you, Pobble. Thank you for doing your part in making the world a better place. And thank you Tahoe Mom for sharing this story with the world.