A needle is a slender piece of shiny metal with a hole at one end. A thread is a long, colorful strand of cotton. They feel very different, when you hold them in your hand. One is loose,
the other is stiff. They don’t look the same. One is straight as an arrow, the other can change its shape as it bends. But when I push the thread through the eye of the needle a miraculous
event occurs. Now the two start working together. And together they have the possibility to do many great things. My golden button was coming unraveled. If the needle and thread didn’t repair it,
it would have fallen off, lost forever, somewhere in the park. I always think about that on my long, nature walks. I can relate it to most anything, the democrats and republicans.