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Redemption
The moral rehabilitation of a Senator. It’s fiction. Nice review: I was intrigued by your title and description. Especially your final two words: It’s fiction. Your focus is on one US Senator with pangs of conscience. He’s spent a lot of years in someone’s pocket, losing himself rather completely. He wonders if it’s too late to change. I submit the fact that he’s questioning himself, gives one hope.
How do you buy back your soul? Can you buy it back once you sold it? I sold mine for money and power. I’m a politician, a United States Senator. It doesn’t matter who I am, what my name is or which State I represent. All that matters is I sacrificed my honor, my integrity to stay in office. I sold my good name, my family’s good name to… to… to what? I sold who I am, who I was to vipers, liars, thieves, and other soulless men. They had money, and I needed money. I let them send me checks, many checks. Money to stay in Washington.
Their requests were modest, at first. I knew what was expected of me, and I did it. It wasn’t much. It may have been the right thing to do, but I didn’t ask, didn’t check. Doing their bidding became easier. I told myself everyone else was doing it. Why not me? Who was it hurting? It was hurting me.
I let them target my opponent and spread lies; I let them ruin a good man. Two good men and a woman. For 30 years, I took their money and looked the other…
