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You deserved it because when it cost more to fill up your car, you cut out movie nights and put in longer hours.

Or when you lost that job that paid .50 an hour with benefits, you took two jobs at 9 bucks an hour and fewer benefits. You did it because you’re an American and you don’t quit. But driving home late from that second job, or standing there watching the gas pump hit 50 dollars and still going, when the realtor told you that to sell your house you’d have to take a big loss, in those moments you knew that this just wasn’t right.

In the days ahead, you will get to know Paul and Janna better.

We are a good and generous people who are united by so much more than what divides us. We are the children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the ones who wanted a better life, the driven ones, the ones who woke up at night hearing that voice telling them that life in that place called America could be better.

When that hard fought election was over, when the yard signs came down and the television commercials finally came off the air, Americans were eager to go back to work, to live our lives the way Americans always have – optimistic and positive and confident in the future. When every new wave of immigrants looked up and saw the Statue of Liberty, or knelt down and kissed the shores of freedom just ninety miles from Castro’s tyranny, these new Americans surely had many questions.

But none doubted that here in America they could build a better life, that in America their children would be more blessed than they.

Every family in America wanted this to be a time when they could get ahead a little more, put aside a little more for college, do more for their elderly mom who’s living alone now or give a little more to their church or charity.

The soles of Neil Armstrong’s boots on the moon made permanent impressions on OUR souls and in our national psyche.

Ann and I watched those steps together on her parent’s sofa.

And I don’t doubt for a second that Neil Armstrong’s spirit is still with us: that unique blend of optimism, humility and the utter confidence that when the world needs someone to do the really bit stuff, you need an American.

My dad had been born in Mexico and his family had to leave during the Mexican revolution.

My friends cared more about what sports teams we followed than what church we went to.

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