‘Vu Den?’

I have been a Trump supporter since 2011, long before he decided to run for president in 2015.

I heard him speak at a small lunch event at Mar-a-Largo.

He wasn’t even a scheduled presenter. He just stopped in on his way back from a golf game. He walked to the front of the room, held a mike and started talking.

What did he speak about?

China, borders, our industrial base.

I turned to my friend and said “He should run for president.”

In the back of my mind, I thought that despite his (surprising) talents he would never do it. He had many businesses in which he was deeply involved. “How can he walk away from them,” I thought.

And yet, a few years later he did.

I have watched miracle after miracle.

The Democrats spied on him and his supporters, weaponized the federal government and its agencies to harass, impoverish and jail him, impeached him twice, put out a Mueller report and a Horowitz report which failed to refer the perpetrators for criminal prosecution, installed “progressive” attorney generals and district attorneys who pursued him, inspired would-be assassins to kill him and yet, like a bobbing cork, he surfaced again and again.

I saw him at Mar-a-Largo again last winter.

Although his table is cordoned off, he decided to walk the room. (I had seen him do this many times over the years when I was a guest. He would actually go from table to table asking people if they liked the food. He was like a hard-working innkeeper or restauranteur.) We were walking towards each other and I put out my hands out to my sides and said “I worship you” with the emphasis on the word “worship”. It was both funny and appropriate.

His reaction?

A bemused smile.

If he had been a Yiddish speaking Jew, it would have been the equivalent of “Vu den?”

Now, he has done the impossible. He has bought the remaining Israeli hostages home and ended the Gaza war.

Anyone who doesn’t see the hand of Hashem in the life of President Donald J. Trump is not looking.