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A few years ago, I told myself I would manage my time and vote when it came around.
I received fines in the past, so it was time I grew up and tackled this responsibility.
While finishing up my vote and folding my papers, an elderly man stood next to me and asked who I voted for.
He explained that his English wasn’t very good and that his wife could not speak any English.
I felt strangers’ eyes on me as our voices floated in the hall.
A Split Decision
I thought to myself, “fuck it, they need help”. Instead of asking a volunteer for help, I explained who I voted for. I emphasised their vote was their choice.
The elderly man nodded and his wife looked at him for instruction.
He then mentioned that they don’t drive and if I could take them home. They only lived a couple minutes from the hall.
They actually lived in the same suburb as me. What are the chances?
I looked at his wife as she folded their paper. She seemed a little embarrassed by her joyful, talkative husband.
There was a part of my brain telling me that I should not let complete strangers into my car. What’s more, is I…