Yesterday was a day of unexpected experiences. I attended my first political rally with three of my friends. I stood with hundreds of other ordinary citizens at Dealey Plaza in Dallas waving a 4 foot by 6 foot American flag. I was there with my fellow Americans supporting Israel and its beleaguered citizens threatened by terrorist rockets. I stood on the grassy knoll, (yes, that grassy knoll where JFK was shot.) I watched the cars and trucks drive the same route that Kennedy took, honk in support of our message and give us the thumbs up. When the rally was over, it was late in the day and time to go home. My friend who drove us downtown is a realtor. Leaving downtown and heading north, she asked unexpectedly, “You want to see George Bush’s house?” “Nah, No, and No” we quickly said as we all had things to do at home. I was also concerned about the security aspects of our proposed little adventure. Then I said, “Wait a minute. This is a chance of a lifetime. We have to go.”
We did. You may have heard the Laura Bush found the house in Dallas that she and President Bush would live in after they left Washington. It’s on a cul-de-sac. I read in the local newspaper that there’s talk of the city closing off their street as there’s been a steady stream of passersby ever since it was announced that the Bushes bought the house. Since it’s unlikely that George and Laura are inviting me over to watch the Super Bowl, that would mean I would never get to see their house.
When we got to their street, we followed the continuous parade of onlookers in their cars. My friend said, “Let’s take pictures!” We got out of our car and walked to the house. We sat on the curb next to the painted street number waiting for my friend to come with her camera. We stood in front of the Bushes front steps and took another photo. Others got out of their cars and also took pictures. We were all passing cameras so we could be in our own pictures in front of George Bush’s house. I was experiencing first hand a part of history.
It felt great to do something so unexpected that I initially wasn’t going to do. I was concerned about being able to get through security as an ordinary citizen. The only security we noticed was the guy sitting in the white SUV blocking the driveway. We suspected he was Secret Service. He never said a word to stop us from taking pictures. Isn’t America a great country?
I thought back to other experiences I had in business that I originally planned on passing up. My first job promotion to be Mobil’s first female lubrication engineer in the United States was terrifying and my first inclination was to tell my boss that I wasn’t ready. I rethought that and took the job. Later on, I wasn’t going to leave the security of Corporate America. My “no” turned to yes with additional thinking.