My name is Megan.
I’m a freshman at Elma High School. I was in the Loggers Playday Parade last Saturday. I was having a blast until I came across you.
My first time being involved with politics. I was passing out cards, not a death penalty ticket. Democrats don’t vote for Republicans. I get that. I understand we don’t have many logging jobs. But to spit in my face was wrong. Very pathetic of you. My step-mom told me holding grudges wouldn’t get me far in life, so I am no longer mad at you. I am too young for revenge, but you’re not too old. Karma. I was publicly humiliated, I was embarrassed. I walked away crying. Now I realize you’re the one who should be embarrassed. You, sir, should be ashamed of yourself. Spitting on a young girl who was wanting to help change the world for a better place. I want to know why you thought you had a right to spit on me. You might have been drunk and won’t remember that day, but for me, I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.