Letter: Andrews for Congress
The first conversation I had with Naomi Andrews was during my worst time, the week after my mother died by suicide. I had just returned to school. I was in seventh grade and Naomi was in ninth. We were in the hallway between the cafeteria and the gym when Naomi called my name to check in on me.
I had looked up to Naomi for over a year. She’d been our middle school student council president when I was a shy but eager sixth-grade classroom representative. Twenty-three years later, I marvel at how as a ninth-grader Naomi reached out with an empathy and sincerity that escaped even some adults in my life after such a shocking event. She knew then that even though she couldn’t change things, she could be there. And that meant something. In fact, it meant everything.
In the years that followed, Naomi and I became close friends. She continues to inspire me because of her commitment to everything she takes on and the positive outlook she maintains throughout. Naomi is my original endurance athlete: I started running marathons because of her, and I was there cheering the day that she and her dad completed a 50-mile race.
Now, I continue to cheer Naomi on in her race to serve our home state in Congress.
JAMIE-LEE JOSSELYN - Philadelphia
(The writer is originally from Epping.)