It was August 2011, and Warren was testing the waters as a possible US Senate candidate, and appeared at a gathering in New Bedford, Mass. Afterward, a 50-something woman walked up to her, and told her story: two master鈥檚 degrees, out of work for a year and a half, and doubting she would ever get a 鈥渞eal job鈥� again.
鈥淚 want you to fight for me,鈥� said the woman, who had walked two miles to see Warren speak. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 care how hard it gets, I want to know that you are going to fight.鈥�
Warren looked back at her and said: 鈥淵es, I鈥檒l fight.鈥�
That night, 鈥渢he enormity of that meeting in New Bedford began to sink in,鈥� she writes. 鈥淣o public fanfare and no announcements in the papers, but I had promised to run for the US Senate.鈥�
