Grace
One of the things I like most about being a journalist is that I get to meet all kinds of people: people who have nothing and people who seem to have everything; people who are famous, people who are infamous, and people who are unknown; politicians of both parties, sometimes finding that the ones I enjoy spending time with aren’t necessarily the ones I vote for.
So when I got the chance to meet Michelle Obama last weekend in Jackson, Wyo., I was surprised to be really excited about it. I brought a gift for her, I prepared a short sentence to tell her how happy I am to be a small part of what she and her husband are doing. And when I got my moment, she hugged me, looked me in the eye, thanked me for being a volunteer and listened while I mumbled about half of my sentence before we were told to look at the camera and I was ushered off and Mrs. Obama greeted the next person.
Then she gave a speech to the crowd of maybe a couple thousand supporters. I remember the speech was great, but I don’t remember what she said.
What I do remember is that at every moment I saw her, she epitomized grace and composure. She was quick-witted, amiable, and yet always on task. I imagine what it must be like to travel around like she does, meeting people by the hundreds, giving the same speech in city after city. And I admire how well she does it. I couldn’t even stammer out one sentence.
Thomas Lee True West 
Love.
Yes. Grace, Strength, Sensitivity.
Lucky man! Yes to what you and Jane said!
It’s good that there are still people out there who make us nervous (in the best possible way) and leave us in awe…What a neat opportunity!