Donald Trump has changed my life. I love writing. I've always written songs, poems, stories, articles, and plays. “The Donald” inspired me to write my first 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. Why? Do I care more about my country 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 our 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.
