It’s official: I will be the next senator from Illinois! This victory would not have been possible without your support - thank you. Twelve years ago this Saturday, a rocket-propelled grenade ripped through the cockpit of the helicopter I was copiloting over Iraq. I survived only because my buddies refused to leave me behind. Every day since I woke up at Walter Reed, I try to be worthy of my crew and of the miraculous second chance they gave me. And just as I try to be worthy of the sacrifice they made for me, I will go to work in the Senate looking to honor the sacrifice of all Americans who are facing challenges of their own. After all, this nation didn’t give up on me when I was at my lowest moment, and I believe in an America that doesn’t give up on anyone who hasn’t given up on themselves.
When Members of Congress debate women in combat, I look down at the stumps of my legs & wonder, where do they think I was - in a bar fight?
The #GOPplatform opposes allowing women in combat. I have a question for the committee: where do you think I lost my legs - in a bar fight?
When I was in high school, I had an English teacher who often kept us late after school to work on projects for the school yearbook. Time and again, we'd end up staying so late that he'd buy us dinner. For years, I thought he was just absent-minded and disorganized. But later, I came to realize that the kids he kept late were kids like me: kids who were in the free or reduced-price school lunch program. And he was keeping us late, and buying us dinner out of his own pocket, because he wanted to make sure we weren't going hungry at night. On Teacher Appreciation Day, I am deeply thankful for his generosity and for every teacher out there who is making sure every child has a fair shot at achieving the American Dream.