Moments before my last debate ever with Senator John Kerry in Phoenix, I was trying to gather some thoughts in the holding room. I felt a presence open my eyes and six inches from my face was McCain, who yelled, relax, relax. He was honorable, always recognizing that his opponents were still patriots and human beings.
He loved freedom, with a passion of a man who knew its absence. He respected the dignity inherent in every life. A dignity that does not stop at borders and can not be erased by dictators. Perhaps above all, John detested the abuse of power. Did not abide bigots and swagger and despots.
There was something deep inside him that made him stand up for the little guy to speak for forgotten people in forgotten places.