Freedom is a strong flower. It is perennial. It is subject to the perils of wild winds and torrential rains. Sometimes it suffers such a cold winter that we fear that we will never see it bloom again. I cringe at the turmoil in the streets of Democrat cities across the country. I weep to see mankind across the globe subjected to a fear of deadly illness and subjected to wearing protective masks. I cry for China as I see a land that is less than I had hoped with a leadership that is more dangerous than I had imagined. I cry for Hong Kong. I cry for Taiwan.
Donald Trump is my hope as I try to hang onto my dreams of a world that will move compassionately to a place of peace and order. What can I do to help that happen? His first few years were ablaze with progress and excitement. So many of the dreams that he was working towards were realized. The border is secure. The Dreamers are clearly in his heart and he will find a way to settle that dilemma. The economy is on the way up again. The American embassy is in Jerusalem. The Veterans are getting proper care. Drug costs are going down. Iran, The World Health Organization, and NATO are no longer taking advantage of us. We have fair trade agreements with Mexico and Canada. The polls are not telling the truth. I know that he is gaining favor from educated, suburban woman, Hispanics, police, people of color, women in general, the working man and the farmers. I've worked the phones in campaign offices and listened to thousands of whispering voters who wish to keep their political positions private. After a few minutes on the phone with me, they pour out their support for Trump.
Donald Trump has changed my life. I love writing. I have always written songs, poems, stories, articles and plays. "The Donald" inspired me to write my first and now my second book. This man has held my attention captive for the last several years. I am not just listening, I am driven to listen, watch and observe every political and personal move. I cannot stop talking about him on radio and television across the country and the world. Why? Do I care about my country more than I ever have? I do.
I reminisce about politicians who would urge their voters to do the right thing for the sake of their children and grandchildren. I listened to those pleas and could not relate to them before I had children of my own. I am deeply concerned about the world that they are inheriting. I support Donald Trump's vision for the country but there is more. He has inspired something remarkable in me. He seems ageless and tireless as he moves forward. When I feel old and tired, I watch him and shake off those negative feelings and embrace what is young and strong in me.
I juxtapose my life experience to his and find treasures of awareness. He has a past that is imperfect. There are mistakes. Big ones. There are failures and disappointments. He lets them go. He sheds them like old skins. He is holy in ways that I am not sure many can articulate. It is easy to magnify his sins, but he is quick to point out his many successes. I watch him forgive himself for his sins and move on embracing that forgiveness. His energy and light are not dimmed by regret or remorse. He is born again moment by moment and so he receives a blessing of renewal. I watch in wonder and I learn. I fear less about the evil in the world. I embrace a glorious hope.
