"Miss Ironing Board" Was There!

This will be a day that I will remember for a long time!  I was a part of one of the largest, historical rallies in the State of Michigan!  What an incredible experience?!

Last night I wrote about believing that my one voice partnered with many could make a difference.  Even though the Governor signed Right to Work legislation, I still believe the solidarity of individual voices is thunderous!

Early this morning, thousands of like-minded individuals converged at the Lansing Center.  Carrying signs from diverse labor groups, we marched in unity down Michigan Avenue towards the Capitol.  Our voices sounded out the message of opposition to Right to Work.

Over 10,000 marchers stood firmly rooted in their beliefs outside the Capitol. I was one of the fortunate ones who was able to move through the crowd and make my way inside the Capitol. (Only 2,000 were allowed inside.)  My colleague and I ended up directly in front of the Senate Chamber.  Unfortunately, the Senate adjourned early and we did not make it inside the chamber.

While inside the Rotunda, we noticed a rush of newsreporters toward the center of the lower level.  We quickly followed behind and discovered that Reverend Jesse Jackson had joined the supporters.  I was born in the 50's.  I am fully aware of the magnitude and honor of being in the presence of this Civil Right's pioneer.  Reverand Jackson offered words of encouragement and lead us in prayer.  His departure route led him within a few feet from me.  (Truly a highlight of my day!)

The remainder of the afternoon was spent marching in solidarity, keeping abreast of updates on legislation, listening to speakers, and communicating with our friends and family.  

We made our way back to our vehicles strengthened with the belief that our solidarity was forged stronger than ever!  

On the drive back to Shelby Township, we heard the news that without any indication at all, the Governor had signed the Right to Work bills.  

So where am I on the journey now?  I still believe that my voice among many can make a difference.  This is just the start . . . because out of struggles comes strength!   

I guess I will always be called "Miss Ironing Board" because I'm still a resilient (stubborn) and determined woman . . . just like I was when I was a child!