Abraham Lincoln was really tall. His stovepipe hat did not make him any shorter. It actually made taller. Abraham Lincoln’s stovepipe hat made him taller. I like to really pound my point into the ground if you can’t tell. I was fortunate enough to actually see one of the hats that he wore. Abe had the habit of tipping his hat to people that he passed by as he walked from his home in Springfield to his law office. Years and years of doing this left an indentation on the brim of his hat made by his index finger and thumb. He pressed the same exact area of his hat hundreds of times. I was able to look at this particular hat from a distance of inches. I couldn’t help but tear up.
Seeing the indentation of the fingers that penned some of greatest speeches and documents in American history left me in a state of awe. I was also able to look at a lock of his hair and his very own blood; this being the blood on the gloves he wore to Ford’s Theater. It was really an emotional moment for me. Then I went to his grave.
Wow. I think I will have trouble describing the feeling it gave me. The air in his tomb felt heavy, clearly weighted down by his place in history. I walked through the corridors, past the many different statues of the man, and felt light-headed. Barring the fact that he is not actually in the marble sarcophagus on the floor but buried 10 feet under it by concrete with Mary and his sons, it was still incredibly emotional to look at. (the empty sarcophagus). I know that he was only a man, but to be honest, the experience bordered spiritual. I literally got high from it. I know it sounds pathetic to get so caught up in just one person, but I am happy it was Father Abe and not freaking Lady Gaga, John Mayer, or some other moron who will be forgotten about in 10 years. Even if Gaga and Mayer are remembered in 100 years, it will still be 150 years less than Lincoln. Suck it.
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