The power went out in my neighborhood yesterday. It was three-thirty in the afternoon when a transformer blew. Everything came to a halt. No light, no internet, no air conditioning, no microwave, no TV, no hot water for the shower, no landline.
Imagine. It’s July 4, 1776. You live in Philadelphia. You’re twenty-five. You hang with Betsy Ross, who is 24, Alex Hamilton, 21 and Tom Jefferson, 33. It’s an exciting time, it’s a wild ride. You have a vision for a new form of government. Like Abe would later say—of the people, by the people and for the people.
It takes courage to run for Congress—especially now. You couldn’t pay me to do it. But I’m on the team that is lifting people of character onto a bigger stage. I’m part of the village that is raising the bar. I’m discovering that courage can be contagious.
I arrived in Washington, D.C., a bit battered and broken. The daily news twisting itself around my heart, making it hard to breathe.
I know that like me, many of you are disheartened and angry by President Trump’s decision to pull the US out of the Paris Climate Change Accord. While this is an incredibly short-sighted decision based upon ideological nonsense that will damage our nation’s standing in the world, I do not believe this is the end of the Paris agreement nor of the United States’ move toward a carbon-free economy.