By Bruce L. Hartman
He was late picking us up. And when he showed up it was in a beat-up pickup truck that had been driven over three hundred thousand miles with a cracked windshield. For those of us used to bright and shiny, this was highly unusual. Barry got out of the truck with a big smile and a downhome hello. He would be with us for a few days, helping us get back on the Appalachian Trail, which we are hiking from Georgia to Maine this spring and summer. Barry quickly let us know he was one of Hilary’s [sic] deplorables and proud to be one.
On the hour ride with Barry, we got to know each other a little better. He is a crazy driver and at times I questioned if we would make the fifty-mile trip. But slowly we got comfortable with Barry and asked questions about his life. During this drive and the next few days, the story of his life came out. We discovered a deep man of faith and commitment to doing the right thing.
It’s not that Barry is all that unusual that I tell his story, but because he is the perfect blend of Americans who live and carve out lives in the small towns of America. These towns contain the “deplorables” — those who strongly support President Trump. He represents what we have discovered about these wonderful people Hilary [sic] called “deplorable.” Red the rest HERE.