My name is Wendi, and about a month ago, I had dinner with President Obama.
It was one of the most significant experiences of my life.
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It all happened because I responded to a “Dinner with Barack” email in my inbox. I was planning on making a donation anyway, so I thought I might as well do it now.
When I got the call, I couldn’t believe it — and when I flew out to D.C. for the dinner, I really couldn’t believe it. I’m just one of more than a million grassroots supporters of this campaign. But a few hours later there I was.
I never imagined that I would sit down for a conversation, let alone a meal, with the President of the United States.
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And I hear the First Lady is going to be there for this one, too … very cool.
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I’ve supported Barack Obama for a long time, and in 2008, I phone banked and canvassed for him near my hometown of Corydon, Indiana.
To be able to talk to him in person, to connect with him across the dinner table, was very special.
I told him about my son and his college loans, my work as an artist, and asked him about public education — I could tell that he was genuinely listening to each of us, even though I’m sure he had a lot going on that day, and his own family back at the White House.
When I got back home, I told my husband and friends that the President was exactly the man we all thought he was: modest, genuine, engaged, and very caring.
It’s a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life. I’m so glad I decided to enter.
Join me by giving $3 or more, and start thinking about who you’d invite to dinner:
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Good luck,
Wendi
Wendi Smith
Corydon, Indiana
P.S. — Here’s a picture of me after signing a postcard with my artwork on it for President Obama. He asked if he could have one at dinner, but I thought he may forget about it when it was time to go. He didn’t. The President made sure someone found a pen so I could sign it for him before he left. I wrote, “To Mr. President, with love and respect, Wendi Smith.”
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