What the President secretly did at Sandy Hook Elementary School

[Coyote]

I miss the basic decency that was once present in the White House, the compassion, the humor, and the genuine kindness.


Joshua Dubois: What the President secretly did at Sandy Hook Elementary School

Person after person received an engulfing hug from our commander in chief. He’d say, “Tell me about your son. . . . Tell me about your daughter,” and then hold pictures of the lost beloved as their parents described favorite foods, television shows, and the sound of their laughter. For the younger siblings of those who had passed away—many of them two, three, or four years old, too young to understand it all—the president would grab them and toss them, laughing, up into the air, and then hand them a box of White House M&M’s, which were always kept close at hand. In each room, I saw his eyes water, but he did not break.

And then the entire scene would repeat—for hours. Over and over and over again, through well over a hundred relatives of the fallen, each one equally broken, wrecked by the loss. After each classroom, we would go back into those fluorescent hallways and walk through the names of the coming families, and then the president would dive back in, like a soldier returning to a tour of duty in a worthy but wearing war. We spent what felt like a lifetime in those classrooms, and every single person received the same tender treatment. The same hugs. The same looks, directly in their eyes. The same sincere offer of support and prayer.

 

[elongobardi]

I miss the basic decency that was once present in the White House, the compassion, the humor, and the genuine kindness.


Joshua Dubois: What the President secretly did at Sandy Hook Elementary School

Person after person received an engulfing hug from our commander in chief. He’d say, “Tell me about your son. . . . Tell me about your daughter,” and then hold pictures of the lost beloved as their parents described favorite foods, television shows, and the sound of their laughter. For the younger siblings of those who had passed away—many of them two, three, or four years old, too young to understand it all—the president would grab them and toss them, laughing, up into the air, and then hand them a box of White House M&M’s, which were always kept close at hand. In each room, I saw his eyes water, but he did not break.

And then the entire scene would repeat—for hours. Over and over and over again, through well over a hundred relatives of the fallen, each one equally broken, wrecked by the loss. After each classroom, we would go back into those fluorescent hallways and walk through the names of the coming families, and then the president would dive back in, like a soldier returning to a tour of duty in a worthy but wearing war. We spent what felt like a lifetime in those classrooms, and every single person received the same tender treatment. The same hugs. The same looks, directly in their eyes. The same sincere offer of support and prayer.

Your missing a brain to go with it. He met with every person there He didn’t make a speech in an auditorium, he went class to class and met with everyone in person.


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[Shrimpbox]

Trump has done similar things.

 

[BULLDOG]

You can't fake integrity and compassion like that. Try to imagine that orange fool in the same situation.

 

[TNHarley]

And then he blamed ****** for a black guy killing a bunch of cops
Your cherry picking bullshit is getting old.
All presidents suck in their own way.
Grow the FUCK up.

 

[TNHarley]

You show me a president with genuine kindness and decency, and I will show the opposite
You disingenuous partisans NEVER care about real issues.
Fucking losers