LAUREL — Though it can’t be easy to welcome a politician into one’s home, I was welcomed into countless living rooms while campaigning across Mississippi three years ago.
The vast majority of my encounters were more than civil, even enjoyable. Hundreds of doors were opened to a crusading stranger, and I was greeted as an extended part of numerous families. In retrospect, it all makes perfect sense. Perhaps we are really part of the same family – a kindred of Southerners bound together by common heritage, shared struggles, collective heartaches and a loving God.
If I had a dime for every sweet tea offered, matched only by kind words of encouragement, I would have ended the campaign a wealthy man. It was inspiring, to say the least.