Today marks the 150th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s death. He had been shot the night before by John Wilkes Booth at Ford’s Theater while he was attending the play, “Our American Cousin.” He died at 7:22 am in a stranger’s home, in a bed that was too small for his giant frame, and after enduring several hours of pain. The man that had just accomplished something so many thought would never happen, was gone. Killed by anger and frustration.
Lincoln was a quiet man, fond of wearing tall hats to extenuate his already tall frame. I’ve read that he would often tell an elaborate story when asked a question that needed a simple answer. He fought and worked for what he thought was right. He ended slavery and he worked tirelessly to end the war between the states. He was a brilliant man who was often doubted. People thought he was incapable of being President, but he proved all of them wrong. He was a strong president at the time when our Nation needed him the most.