But I can tell you one thing: once a mind opens, it does not close back up….Your legacy lives in the hearts of the warriors who carry it forward. My transgender son had socially transitioned earlier that year, and I’d spent months bathing in fear.
Trump was now president, and she was thinking about how much of the world, and her life, had changed since she wrote to Obama about the heckler. It was the notion that her thoughts had mattered, if only for an instant, to the most powerful man in the world.My son’s speech was met with a standing ovation and covered by the local paper.The superintendent shook his hand and told him he was proud of him.Getting that letter back from him had supercharged her. Dear President Obama, When you wrote back to me in 2015, I was shocked.It had never occurred to me that you would ever have the time to read my letter, not to mention respond to it.Random people got in touch just to let us know that they were there for us.A year later, in 2017, when seats were up on the school board, I ran for one.There are a lot of tough aspects to being President. For many years my life was consumed by long commutes—from my home in Chicago to Springfield, Illinois, as a state senator, and then to Washington, D. It’s often meant I had to work even harder to be the kind of husband and father I want to be. Holding an office where you get to make a difference in the life of our nation. But perhaps the greatest unexpected gift of this job has been living above the store.I responded to it all by living small, trying to attract as little attention to my family as possible….You gave me the courage to put an end to living small.