Dear Mr. Trump,
I saw a very sad story about you in the newspaper today and wanted to offer my condolences about your tragic history. I had made assumptions about you that were clearly wrong. After reading that article I now find it so difficult to believe that you were able to create such a magnificent empire with only a one million dollar loan from your wealthy father. I had assumed that you were a man of privilege and that your father gave you whatever money you needed to get your life started and to keep it going. I could not have imagined that he would only loan you money rather than giving it to you outright and that even then the loan was not for an unlimited amount but a measly million dollars. How did you ever survive? I have a hard time imagining it.
Then again, survival is an amazing thing in this world. It just occurred to me that as amazing as your success has been others have somehow survived on even less than your tiny million dollar startup loan. In fact, my father never gave me a loan at all because he died when I was only two years old so I grew up in a lower middle class single parent family with a mother who barely had a million pennies let alone a million dollars. Like you she struggled and worked hard to provide for her children and to create her own empire. Granted, her empire was a bit smaller than yours–a three-bedroom house that took her a little more than a dozen years to pay off–because she really started with pretty close to nothing. However, when she passes away my brothers and sisters and I will be set for life–well, maybe not life unless it’s a lot shorter than I hope, but at least a few months–because of the wealth she accumulated over the years. Like you she had a head for finances. She just didn’t get to start with as much or I’m sure she would have had an empire as large as the Trump fortune by now.
I’ve had friends, too, who have shown that same Trump spirit, who have survived disasters like losing jobs, eyes, legs, or minds with a can-do attitude. I know if their dads had given them a million dollars it would have helped with medical bills and recovery, but then again they wouldn’t have learned the hard lessons that you’ve learned through your intense struggles to create your own wealth from the small loan your father provided.
I’m sure you’ve paid your father back the way I paid my mother the several $100 loans she gave me when I was just starting out. If nothing else you paid him back by making him proud of you for the way you created something out of (almost) literally nothing. Just like me and my mom. I think I’m starting to love you, Donald.
I really would like to be more like you but I never learned financial responsibility by being forced to create my own life the way your father made you do it. As a result, instead of investing and growing wealth I tend to spend money almost as quickly as I get it. I often take friends to dinner or coffee, donate to causes that are meaningful to me, and even donate money to politicians like you who show empathy and concern for others and who know what it’s like to be destitute and struggling just to live day to day.
I would wish you success in everything you do, but I can see that you don’t need my support. You’re a self-made man. Maybe, instead of sending you money for your campaign I’ll keep it and try to make it grow some–just like you did–or maybe, because I do tend to spend it as I get it, maybe I’ll donate it to a candidate who appears to need it a little bit more.
Thank you again for your honesty in the article. I appreciate your humility and humble beginnings. It makes me feel much more like you truly understand the plight of the have-nots that populate my family and circle of friends. It makes me feel like you get the immigrants who come here to live the American dream and to better their lives. It makes me feel like there is no 99% or 1%, but that we’re all part of the 100%. God bless you.