My readers send me a lot of personal stories. I woke up to this one this morning. This story is right in line with Donald Trump, the man that is our president. Let’s not allow the country’s body to rot from the head down.
What Donald Trump did to this young man could have destroyed his faith in his father. Instead, it reinforced it. I try to confirm stories that I receive. I contacted the person who sent me the email. He reconfirmed that the story is true.
“It is true,” The sender of the email said. “I love my dad more and more as I get older.”
Here is his story.
When I was a little boy, my father had a car service. It was a side job. My father had lots of jobs, in addition to his day to day, blue collar one. This was how he paid off our house in ten years. It’s how he ensured my mother was set up for life, after his death. My father hustled and paid his bills on time and took care of his family. He was not flashy. A flannel shirt kind of guy. On the weekends, he drove people to the airports from Westchester, or ferried wealthy people from the city to parties at estates and country houses and back to the city, again. On Saturdays, I would ride along, because my mom worked, too.One day, we picked up Donald Trump. He was young, then. I can’t recall from where Trump was fetched.
One day, we picked up Donald Trump. He was young, then. I can’t recall from where Trump was fetched.
I sat in the front seat with my father and listened to Trump try to impress me, at the expense of my father. Donald compared himself to my father in less than subtle terms, telling me ( a very little boy who thought the world of my Dad ) that if I was tough enough I could be rich too. If I was successful like Donald, the braggart mused, I wouldn’t have to drive a car but could be driven.I remember, even as a little boy, wondering why this rich guy was trying to impress me. It was my father’s stoicism that impressed me most. After letting off the man with the white belt and matching shoes, we stopped for hot dogs. Parked on the street, beside the cart, we ate our dirty water dogs and listened to 1010 WINS. The contrast was clear.
My dad was the better man.
“Your father was a great man,” I replied to the author of the story above. “He taught you not with words but with his actions and his being.”
It is never all about wealth and money even though having enough or an abundance of them can make life much easier. It is about character. It is evident with all the money Donald Trump purports to have that he is not a person comfortable with himself. In fact, he is probably one of the most insecure people of wealth in the country.
America elected a president one could look up to the in 2008, one who everyone whether they liked him or not could use as a role model for their kids. One of the reasons I always say we should never use politicians implicitly as role models are that there are times in our composite confusion a Donald Trump slips through unintended.
