Keep Hope Alive! I was 14 years old when Bobby was assasinated. His presidential campaign was the first time I became engaged as a volunteer in politics. As a disaffected, alienated, confused, pimply, overweight and shy teen - volunteering on his political campaign helped me "come out of my shell." I realized for the first time - belonging to something "larger than myself." I remember my abject horror when I heard on my middle school P.A. system announce the news - that Bobby had been killed by a madman’s bullet at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. I grew up in L.A. - (...)