In the summer of 2009 my family vacationed in Washington, D.C. We saw so much, learned so much, and were reminded how much our country has endured in its short life. But one of my most poignant personal moments on the trip came when I ascended the steps of the Lincoln Monument, looked beneath my feet, and found this:
When I realized what the stone was marking, I turned and gazed over the Reflecting Pool, imagining Martin Luther King, Jr.'s view that day in August 1963. Thousands of expectant and hopeful people listened as he gave the speech of a lifetime, as he spoke words that still echo across America today.
"I have a dream," he said.
And as I stood there, imagining, remembering . . . the power and hope contained in those four small words swept over me. It's a moment I revisit when I need to remember what hope feels like.