On Sept. 3, 2008, I sat alone in a condo in Woodbridge, Va., just 20 minutes from our nation's capital in downtown Washington, DC, watching the RNC Convention. My husband was working nights in downtown DC doing construction on a juvenile holding facility at a federal courthouse across from the DC Metro Police Station.

When the sun went down on the DC Metro Police cars parked across from his job site, he worked while holding at bay derelicts, hookers, drug addicts, homeless, union minority subcontractors (some who couldn't count) and DC Court officials. As he watched the reality of our nation's capital, I was home, naive, in a gated community on a golf course digesting my first few weeks in Northern Virginia. (I am a native of Virginia, but not this Virginia.) My bubble was bursting. I was growing up. I have always held the area and the government positions in high esteem. Corruption would be brought to the daylight by the majority. Not everyone is involved in a evil or wrong-doing, and those who aren't will expose it, I was taught.

Sarah Palin, someone I'd never heard of, let alone seen on television, spoke giving her acceptance speech for the nomination for Vice President of the United States. "...against confident opponents...at a crucial hour for our country," she said. Looking like a neighbor, a girlfriend I shopped with or had coffee with a Dunkin' Donuts. She gave me hope. Her credentials and qualifications were what this country were built upon. "We the people..." I watched Sarah Palin and myself; normal, ordinary people who have worked hard, dropped our heads in sorrow and in prayer and joined hands in times of hardship and triumphant in this country. I watched this woman who was elected governor of a state in this country. A country built on non-changing standards, on the Bible and the Constitution. I watched her speak of holding onto and regaining control of a a country which I have witnessed falling away to confusion and disarray.

Sarah Palin seemed to be with me in the last frontier watching the dismiss of our values and our country by politicians and others who gather in our nation's capital while we sat thinking NBC, CBS, ABC and Public Radio would inform of all the news fit to print. Not a country heading toward socialism and change and keeping the downtrodden down and the government in control of our destinies.

Representatively, positively, creatively and effectively Palin qualified as my breath of fresh air from the realities of DC. The hope that Bank of America - 20 minutes from the White House - didn't have a fast lane for people who didn't speak English. But it does. The hope that just less than two years ago I really didn't witness an Acorn volunteer try to register an elderly black woman to vote (despite her protests she was already registered to vote) in the parking lot of Safeway didn't happen.

Sarah Palin was my intelligent reasoning that I was not alone. That my stories to my 90 year old father, a dyed in the wool Democrat, of how I was fighting a losing battle of holding onto the values against the prejudices that he and my mother had taught me and my seven brothers and sisters to stand for weren't true.

Sarah Palin, did and does, have they qualifications of a reflection of hope and faith that there is a chance that this country isn't lost. That we can fight the "too big to fail" companies, bureaucracies and political parties.

Maybe you and I don't particularly want to see Palin as President. But the thoughts and emotions she spurred in me that night are truths I hold dear. I want to see someone like that, who has the balls to put on her lipstick and fight for what she believes, hold office in my country.