As the campaign went on, the venues would get bigger and the crowds more diverse: posses of young girls taking selfies, dads with their kids on their shoulders, tattooed teenagers ushering a grandma to a better vantage point. People of all ages, colors, wallet sizes. All standing shoulder to shoulder, being immensely kind to one another. I could feel the intensity of emotion, and my only thought, when glancing down at a tear-streaked face or grasping a hand on the rope line: There is so much at stake. I cannot fail these people.
