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Forty Minutes for Obama

I am late for a meeting in the city.

I have hustled four blocks south of Market to my destination.

There is the building. It is across the street.

I have one minute to spare. Whew! I made it.

But, wait.

The policeman tells me I cannot cross. President Obama is coming through.

"When?" I ask.

(silence)

I wait and wait. The building it is so close.

Please let me cross the street.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, :20 minutes...

Do I dash? Do I run?

No. I wait.

On this day Mr. President, I give you my most value asset…

My time.