Pocket Turtles

Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?
--Jeb Bush

I saw a familiar face pass by me. A face that has so commonly been associated with defeat. Jeb! Bush. All alone dressed in a full suit with an American flag pin on his lapel while carrying a box of papers. I froze in place as he passed me and out of sheer ecstasy and astonishment I say “whoa.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was probably dreaming. I mean, seeing Jeb! Bush walk down Boylston in front of Emerson College, the school that has more love for Jeb! Bush than any other collegiate institution?! I had to be dreaming …

I run up to him in the middle of the street and my heart is racing. “Mr. Bush!” I exclaim. Jeb! turns around and I am at a loss for words. It is him. He doesn’t say anything really, just a blank, somewhat confused/defensive expression on his face. At this point my memory is fuzzy due to the adrenaline and heavily concentrated joy that was going through my body. I said something along the lines of “I just wanted to say that I respect you for standing up against Trump during the debates and staying true to your beliefs.” With a sheepish smile on his face he says “Well. Thank you.” I ask for a picture, and then he leaves.