In my life I have known saints, and Donald Trump is just like them. We were a large, relatively poor family. There was one elderly woman, who drove a black Lincoln Continental, who made better the lives of everyone she met. She frequently dropped off a package of clothing for me, saying her granddaughter no longer needed it. It was always a perfect fit, and lacked only the price tags.

This woman was so kind to everybody, and while exceptionally wealthy, did not do her charity as a big splash to virtue signal, as most do today. She tended her flock by seeing a need and filling it. She touched the lives of most of my neighbors and childhood friends, and will never be forgotten.

I believe that God places saints among us as examples, and I feel privileged to have known many. Among these I would even place my father, who had the same mind-set, though not the same budget. One Christmas I saw him open his wallet and give all the contents to another neighbor who was out of work. His family would otherwise have faced a bleak Christmas.

I loved my father, who died very young, and because he is cut from the same cloth, I love Donald Trump. You cannot change my mind.