Last Monday, I took my brother to vote for the first time in his life. I had to go with him because I was his proof of address and while we were in line a young man of about 20 standing in front of us said, “are you here to vote?” We were drenched head to toe from the Thanksgiving monsoon outdoors, looking like wet rats with rough day jobs and terrible taste in clothes and we were standing in a line at a polling station run by elections Canada, and so we said, “yes, we are here to vote.”
The kid was stoked! He said it was his first time voting and it was Jasper’s first time voting and both of them were there, on a holiday, had come in through the rain to vote early, and to have their say counted. What a beautiful thing.