When Pigs Fly
I want to veer off the obvious political verbal jousting and
speak from heart. I have never been a fan of Donald Trump, he represented rich
arrogance and when he was toying around with throwing his hat in the ring for
president I laughed because I found it absurd. By the time he made himself a
contender I had begun to look at him in a different way. I understand potential
candidates will say and do most anything to get their foot in the door of the
white house but I feel there was something about his objectivity of not being
in politics and his angst over the same issues that ruffle all our feathers. I
went against my registered party, I stepped over my initial instincts about his
personality traits. During the debates, I cringed a lot because I thought for
sure that if he didn’t shut up at appropriate times he would surely loose his
footing. I even went to bed that election night feeling Hillary would surely
went because she was safe and logical.
I don’t believe anybody
male or female, democrat or republican or of any race or religion is the Holy
grail but I will admit I was pleasantly surprised Trump had won. Okay, here’s
my truth, over the past few years I have had to face some major
disappointments. I have lost out on getting my foot in the door for employment
positions because of the obvious selections. Donald Trump was and still is the
most highly unlikely person for the job and because he made it, there is hope
in me that I will be the unlikely chosen person to be selected for something I thought
I had no chance of getting. So yes, for me Trump’s audacity of thinking of
running for president then actually running and wait for it wait for it….
winning has me thinking that if I set my mind to something and want it badly
enough and it’s the right time for me to get whatever it is that it could
happen,