Alden Cadwell |
The hall was jammed with students. Clearly, I thought, this was someone I should have known something about. I changed my mind when he was introduced and a short, bald man with thick glasses stood to speak. No way he’d have anything to say to me.
Wrong! He began talking about how so many kids my age were more interested in baseball than in electing the next president. What? I thought. Was this guy talking to me? Was he telling me that his generation, the one that insisted on equality for black Americans, the one that ended the Vietnam War, cared more about its future than mine did?
Of course, he was right. He spoke about his heroes, Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert F. Kennedy Jr., and every student in that room was riveted, because this guy was the real deal: He’d known and worked with both of these extraordinary leaders.
And, just like that, he stopped talking. He looked around the room and, after a long, really awkward pause, asked who among us was supporting Kennedy for president. Most hands went up.
He wasn’t done.
“Keep your hands up!” he said. “Now stand up! Go to the back of the room and sign up to help our candidate win the election!” Those of us who had raised our hands were speechless. We stared at each other. He’d called our bluff, and we had to follow through. It was the first time a lot of us had volunteered for anything.
Since then, I’ve volunteered for dozens of campaigns. Campaign work may sound like drudgery. Knocking on doors in lousy weather to get out the vote may not sound like a good time, but the reward is just as Al promised: With each campaign I get to know my town in ways I can never predict. I find out what matters to my neighbors. And I play a fundamental role in making my community work.
Just goes to show that short, bald men with thick glasses can surprise you.
— Alden Cadwell, Burlington, VT