What are you crying about, I gotta walk out of here alone?

I was there and when I saw Trump being carried out by those two burly firemen, my heart swelled that this great man had been saved, and I said to him, with tears in my eyes, “Sir…” (even THEN he commanded respect) “Sir, thank God you’re alright.” Then I touched the hem of his garment, he nodded, said “Bless you”, and I’ll never forget it.