A Voting Story

My mom is an election judge, and sometimes she will share interesting voting stories with me. This one was so good, I just had to share it with you...

St. Louis offers curbside voting to people who can't, due to disability, get into the polling place. On November 2nd, she had 4 calls for curbside voting. It's a nuisance for the other voters, because the signature book must be taken outside to the curbside voter; while everyone else in line waits. A judge also brings out a ballot booth, so the voter can place their votes. All this takes time, but the people in line were very understanding. After all, it's hard to get out of your car and into your wheelchair and up a flight of stairs, right?

So, in the middle of the evening rush; a young man walks in and asks for curbside voting for his brother. Mom picked up the signature book, and explained to the waiting crowd that she was sorry, but they would have to hold on a few minutes while she took the book outside for curbside voting. Some in the crowd grumbled, but most were patient. The brother looked at the line and said, "Hang on, I got a friend with me and we might be able to carry him in, if you promise he can go to the front of the line."
There were shouts of, "Absolutely!" "Bring him in!" and "Yes! Let the man vote!"
People left their places in line to hold open the doors, and a few minutes later they brought him in. His brother and the friend held him while he signed his name, and they held him while he voted. They held him because he couldn't stand. Both his legs were gone.

Mom doesn't speculate as to why his legs were missing, or why he didn't simply cast an absentee ballot. He voted, and that's all that matters.