I had a call with my Locals tonight and a good half dozen of us broke down crying with how sad we are about Trump, me included.

I'm not sad because he won't be President anymore.

I'm sad at how he was treated.

I'm sad that every single day of his presidency was a fight.

I'm sad that half of the country never gave him a chance to be successful.

I'm sad that he accomplished so much that was never acknowledged.

I'm sad that it feels hopeless to believe that anyone who is not part of the establishment will ever be President again.

I'm sad that's what America seems to want - people ruling over them that don't give a damn about them.

Trump cared. He cared about doing what was best for the real, everyday people.

He's far from a perfect man, but I genuinely believe that he's a good man.

But there's good news: We were blessed to have him for four years. It was a miracle he got elected, and I will always be grateful for it.

I'm grateful that I woke up in time to really understand who Trump was and what he was doing.

I'm grateful to have watched a true fighter in that role, and to show what can be achieved through sheer willpower.

I'm grateful that he exposed everyone in DC for what they really are, Republicans and Democrats alike.

I'm grateful that he never gave up.

Most of all, I'm grateful that Trump showed me how to love this country again. I'm grateful he made me proud to call myself an American.

He was built for this job, and for all the challenges he faced. No one else could have done it.

He is the best President of my lifetime.