Union Station, Washington DC – Photo Courtesy of Lubyanka
I passed through Union Station in DC last June on my way to meet with our state’s representatives and senators. It is a monument to both change and endurance. The activity level is steady, as passengers embark and disembark in droves – 40 million each year. The building continues to serve as a hub of busy business into its second century. It could be seen as the heart of our nation’s capital – or at least a part of the circulatory system!
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I rise from the basement where the Metro station is located, footsore and weary. Like being born anew, I emerge from a narrow tunnel into the light, the heat, the frenzy that is DC in session. Blinking, I adjust to this new world, steeling myself for action.
I carry with me facts and figures, details to persuade, cajole, and encourage my legislators to continue funding cancer research. What they cannot see are the hearts I carry with me. Father, mother, sister – I am their standard bearer, their voice, advocating for those who can no longer speak.
Time to soldier on.
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© Erin Leary