As I sit here on a Sunday evening watching television with my spouse, my mind seeks peace. Each day I turn to social media for information, news, connections. More and more I read the hateful comments and posts against the President of the United States. Many from people I love, all from people I like and respect. Many are scholars. Many are family. Many are friends. All are highly intelligent regardless of schooling. All have terrific hearts. From all of these walks of lives I cannot understand how no one talks or gives thought to the duties of any sitting President on a daily basis. Each day the President must have the pressure of the world’s issues and the country’s well being uppermost in his every breathing moment. There is not one among my 400 plus friends on social media that I can honestly say could handle that job for even one day no less everyday. Yet there is a resistance against the man who has taken on the job without any need to have taken on so much. Considering his age as my niece told me a story about a radio talk show host who as the President’s personal friend, asked him point blank, “Donald, why are you doing this? If you have say, ten good summers of your life left, why in the world would you choose to take on the enormous job of President of the United States? That is not something you need to do.” Donald replied, “Look I may not have realized when I got into the race that I would be in this position for real, but I am truly awed and glad I am because, I love this country and it has given me everything. So if this was meant to be my destiny, I am going to give it the best that I have to give.” I believe and always taught my children that you can be the President of the USA one day, if you so choose. I told them they didn’t have to be a politician, that as long as they wanted something bad enough and worked hard for it, they could achieve it. DJT has proven that my words to my children were true.
So Namaste, my friends. And so be it. So it was written, so it shall be done. Let it rest. Let it be. Only time will tell and maybe just maybe it truly was meant to be.
And that’s The Way I See It here in Brooklyn.