In the scope of politics, a few dollars might not mean that much.
But to me, it means everything.
When my family and I escaped communism in Vietnam and came to America, my mother sewed dollar bills and notes into my pockets in case we ever got separated.
It was all we had, and she wanted to make sure that no matter what happened to us, I would be able to make a life for myself in the freest country on Earth.
This great country means EVERYTHING to me, and I know you love it too.
That’s why I’m fighting with everything I have to save it from the same socialist tyranny that plagued the country I left.