I knew a little girl, years ago, that was infatuated with Richard Nixon. Maybe it was because it was the first time she was aware of this thing called “politics” or a presidential election? Maybe it was simply because her teacher held a class election and she loved that feeling of voting and having a say in the future. Perhaps it was his smile. Regardless, she followed his life closely. But not without questions, denial and disappointments.
She wrote a poem for him once. She couldn’t recall all the words to it, but part of them were:
“Dear Mr. President Nixon, I hope that you’re not a fixin’,
To give in to those Watergate freaks, I think they should just go take a leap……”
well I guess the rest is history on that subject.
She mailed him several letters and never got a response. But through it all she focused on the good he had accomplished: His dealings in foreign relations; The phasing out of drafting our young American men; Pollution; Equal funding for female sports.
Richard Nixon died with his family by his side on April 22, 1994. I don’t think it was a coincidence that his funeral service was on this little girl’s birthday. She was 34 by now….but had never forgotten the attachment she held for her 37th President. For she had learned from him about equality, competition, the environment, conspiracy, devotion and family. As she watched his service that day, she prayed for his daughters, and hoped that he knew that he was still special to many hearts. His life made a difference.
Happy 100th Birthday, President Nixon. May you rest in peace ♥
(and this little girl will remove any negative comments today….just saying!) 🙂