
Dear Mr. Howell,
Remember me? I'm the girl who slept through most every 5th period. Remember that afternoon you pulled me aside after class and asked if I planned on voting when I turned 18? I said that my vote didn't count so why would I bother. And you, Mr. Howell, promised that someday I would find out otherwise.
Someday has come.
In the last few weeks my husband and I (and everyone else we know) have been knocking doors, making phone calls, waving signs at street rallies and writing letters.
Margaret Mead once said, "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
This year I can't wait to vote YES on Prop 8. I know that my vote matters.
You were right all along Mr. Howell.