This is not my story.  But it's a story worth reading.  And for that reason I'm giving it a lift by posting the link here. 

This story is unique because in addition to providing a look at one person's ingenuity, passion, and compassion, it also provides a portrait of her dogged determination to find out all she could about a candidate and to get an "in person" look at him, once she gave him her support.

The story is a long one.  Very easy to read.  Reads like a novel.   I've never met the writer of this story.  It was sent to a group of us by her father.   Her father is a writer.    And she's got a flair for writing too.

Follow the link.  Read the Story.  If you like, recommend this post, so others will get a chance to read it too.

Here's a flavor of it:

I knew one person in Madison, one guy who never fails to make time
for me if I happen to be in his area. One guy who long ago broke my
heart, but who has since become a kind and caring friend. This was the
perfect stop. A chance to connect with both the past and the future
while watching real history in the making.

I made my final
decision Monday, February 11. At work. And my voucher was at home. And
the flight I had to take to make this happen was leaving at 11:10 p.m.
that night. The event was happening Tuesday night, February 12.

I sent my Wisconsin friend a note. "I might be in Madison tomorrow to see Obama. I'd love to see you if possible. Let me know."

I got home about 6:45 p.m. and called the airline.

Oh no!!

The voucher could only be used with 14 days advance notice! I was desperate. "Let me talk to your manager," I requested.

The
manager got on and said sorry, there's nothing we can do. But I refused
to give up. I begged, and pleaded. I told her this was a once in a
lifetime opportunity and besides, I had gotten the free ticket because
I had been bumped. "This is your big chance to make it up to me." It's
now 7:00 p.m.

"Okay, I'm going to authorize your ticket," she said. "But here's the catch. How far are you from the airport?"

"I can be there in a half-hour," I said, shaving the truth by about 5 minutes.

"Good,"
she said, because you have to get there before the ticket counter
closes at 7:30 p.m., or you won't be able to fly tonight.

Oh no #2!!