Last night was a first for me.
Although I’ve been involved in conservative politics for more years than I’d wish to count, I’ve never really been one to attend rallies and all that rot. I’d much rather vote and donate, as far as I can, to support the candidates of my choice. Now I write about them and that gives me a measure of satisfaction to be able to put down my thoughts about why I support a particular candidate. Reagan, of course, was special to me. I heard him for the first time in 1976 and knew that this man was going to be my President. George W. Bush, whom I unapologetically supported twice, is another, although I had my differences with his policies.
But I made an exception in Marco’s case because I see something special in this man. It’s not only the fact that he’s a superb orator, better than some who are given way too much credit; it’s not only because he is a conservative in the Reagan mold as I am; it’s not only because he’s a fellow cubiche, which in the grand scheme of things is only an ethnic pride issue and has nothing to do with the measure of the man. I went last night because I detected a combination of traits in Marco that very few politicians have: dignity, humility and patriotism.
All great statesmen know that their work is greater than themselves. Marco has always given me the impression that he considers the mission to be more important than the man carrying it out. His words last night were true to that. He loves this country so much: where else, as he said in his eloquent and moving speech, could the son of a maid and a bartender become a US Senator. But he said something else that rang true and clear with me since I, too, share it with him. I’m a son of Cuban exiles, too. My parents and grandparents sacrificed everything to bring me to the United States, to give me the opportunities I would not have had under communism. And for that life-shattering choice, I’ll be eternally grateful, as Marco is of his parents.
While it’s sad that his dad passed away before he could his the success of his son, I can tell you, without a scintilla of doubt, that Marco’s dad was looking at him from above last night, beaming with pride about his little boy, this “son of Cuban exiles,” who has achieved so much because of the grand sacrifices of others, and who is destined to achieve even more.
You are blessed beyond words, Marco.
Now… Go to DC and kick some ass.
God bless the United States of America.