In the year 2011, I had a dream about Donald Trump. He was
recruiting me to go to his party (Republican). I was hesitant, for I was an
Independent, having recently switched from the Democrats.
He showed me the White House with banners hanging down the
front. “This is where I live,” he said.
Later, I learned from my studies that banners represent not
just a victory, but a miraculous win.
I was flabbergasted by such a dream, for he had not
announced his candidacy, and quite frankly, it was hard to believe.
I moved to New York in 2014, one year before Donald Trump
made that famous descent down the escalator from Trump Tower to announce his
candidacy. He was competing against seventeen opponents, and it appeared to be
a long shot. I signed up for the campaign about halfway through the primary as
I learned more about the candidates’ positions.
I lived in Queens, adjacent to Trump’s old neighborhood,
Jamaica Estates. Through a series of events that only Hashem can do, I ended up
at Trump’s launch party a month before he officially won the primary. David
Friedman was the featured speaker. “If Trump wins the election, he promised to
appoint me ambassador to Israel.” This drew some chuckles from the audience,
because most politicians do not keep their promises.
“If I am honored to have such a role, I promise to annex
Judea and Samaria.” A flash of light, bells, and whistles went off in my head
like an Angel was shaking my soul. This is the truth; I just knew this was
meant to happen.
Not long afterward, I got a call from the campaign to come
to Trump Tower to sign up. I was told three things about Donald Trump: He has a
great family, a world-class business, and will create a better world. He is the
better choice. Just as Hashem had shown me, he won.
