My Thoughts On The Women's March (And Almost Losing My Credit Card).
January 23, 2017
I can't believe I almost didn't go to the Women's March yesterday. Ironically, it would have been because I wasn't feeling well earlier that day due to it being my time of the month. But I figured I'd be damned if I sat at home while history was being made. And, history was, indeed, made yesterday.
Despite it being a protest, the energy there was mostly positive and unifying. (There was that one idiot with a "Trump is president, get over it" sign, but he's irrelevant.) We chanted, and encouraged each other as we were marching alongside each other.
I remember complaining to my friend that was with me because neither of us had signs to hold. A woman turned to me and said, "That's alright. You're here and that's what matters." There really is something to be said about a group of people standing in solidarity. It truly is a beautiful thing to experience.
And, one of the most amazing things about this movement was that, although it was called "The Women's March," it was really about everybody standing together during a... shall we say... difficult time in our society. The amount of men I saw protesting out there with us was just heartwarming. This kind of unity is exactly what we need right now.
Despite everything I've seen within the past couple of months alone, I believe that in the end good always prevails over evil. But, for good to prevail, good people have to take a stand for it.
BIG SIDE NOTE: And, speaking of good people, the reason I was without a sign was one of the best parts of yesterday. I knew I was going to be marching shoulder-to-shoulder with a bunch of people and was scared to get purse-snatched (hey, you can never be too careful) and so I put all of my valuables in my front pocket, one of them being my credit card.
I guess that when I took my phone out of that same pocket, my other stuff slipped out, because a passerby handed me my school ID that I had dropped. I checked my pocket for the rest of my stuff and my credit card was gone.
The numbers in my bank account flashed before my eyes, as I pictured some thief swiping away before I got the chance to shut the card down. One of my friends volunteered to help me look for it, and we told the other two that were going with us (and had the signs we made) that we'd meet them at the protest.
We walked back a couple of blocks and couldn't find my card anywhere. I had literally just pulled my phone out so I could call my bank and cancel the card, when a guy on the street stops me and and says, "Are you looking for something?"
Confused as hell, I say, "Yes," and he hands me my credit card. It turns out that he found it and looked my name up on Facebook, and that's how he was able to find me. (I'm guessing having big, curly white hair helped as well.) I gave him the biggest hug and thanked him a million times. Bless that man.