When I met my husband in 1978 I didn’t like him very much. I wanted him to sign my petition so I could get on the ballot for our college’s student government. He asked, “ Why should I? Why do you want to run? What will you do to make a difference?” I turned around and walked away. I suppose I should have been prepared to be questioned, but I took him for a smart ass instead. I don’t need your signature, bucko. Sensing my frustration, he caught up to me and signed my petition. I soon found out he was absolutely the opposite of cocky–he was just being himself.…