Reporter's Note: I write to President Obama with a single-minded intensity usually reserved for prisoners reaching out to the parole board.
Funny how time slips up on a body. 1300 days ago, you stood in the chilly D.C. winter and raised your hand to become President of the United States. I’m sure you can remember the moment as if it were yesterday. And in some ways, it was.
Think about it. Four years (a little less, at the moment) is just a tiny sliver of the time that you’ll walk this earth. Whether you are re-elected or not, in the blink of an eye you will be standing next to the helicopter at the Capitol, waving goodbye to the life you knew in office and disappearing into the rarified retirement of former presidents.
That is why I always remind myself, every day no matter how pedestrian it may seem, to enjoy the time I have before me. Oh sure, I get mad now and then…and frustrated, and less than happy with my circumstances…but I try not to hold onto those feelings.
Look at it this way: No matter what you have succeeded or failed at while in office, you’ve already spend 1300 days enjoying one of the most special jobs on the planet. Not to mention my letters, which should be worth the price of winning the office alone!
Anyway, like I said, the milestone sort of slipped up on me and I thought you ight have missed it, too. Happy 1300th day. Are you going to have a cake?
Give me a call if you do.
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