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Donald Trump Invites Grieving Parents On Stage During Rally
An emotional moment in Hershey, PA.
Donald Trump stopped in the middle of his rally to let a grieving mother speak. She then tells the crowd how to ‘Honor’ her son.
The parents of Hugh “Riley” Rone took the stage at Trump event to speak about their deceased son’s support of the Republican nominee for president. Rone was killed in a motorcycle accident on the Garden State Parkway on May 31, 2016. The Rones are natives of South Amboy, NJ.
“These are incredible people,” Trump said as he called for the parents to join him on the stage. “Their son recently passed away in a horrible accident. He was the biggest supporter I had. Young guy. Beautiful guy. The most popular person there was. And he was just very special.”
“As much as some of you like Trump, I like you more than you like me if you want to know the truth. This boy was our biggest fan. He loved our country, believe me. He loved our country,” Trump told the rally-goers.
“Say a few words about our boy, okay,” Trump said as he embraced the mother of Riley Rone.
Barbara Zawistowski Rone, Riley’s mother, was invited on stage by Trump at a rally in Hershey, Penn. Friday night and gave an extremely moving and impassioned endorsement of the candidate in her son’s honor. Rone also spoke about how her son campaigned for Trump and of his attempts to convert friends to support the candidate.
“When there were 17, he said Mr. Trump is the nominee. When there was one nominee, Mr. Trump, Riley said Mr. Trump would be president,” Riley’s mother said.
“In Riley’s obituary, Mr. Trump was mentioned because Riley loved or loves Mr. Trump. His funeral was over 200 cars, he had very dedicated friends, there were signs, flags for Mr. Trump. Riley’s grave marker has Mr. Trump name on it and the Statue of Liberty because he loves America,” Mrs. Rone shared.
Rone’s mother noted a motorcycle group has pledged to donate a brick to the The Wall, if it gets built, in honor of her son. She also spoke about an emotional phone call she had with Trump where he said he would trade millions he owned if she could have her son back.
His friend wrote Trump a letter to get his attention, and it worked.
Riley Rone was a great young man. We will miss him dearly. pic.twitter.com/R0tm44nMao
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 11, 2016
Barbara Zawistowski Rone:
When Mr. Trump received the letter, he wrote us a very personal letter regarding family and Riley. We never expected to hear from Mr. Trump, we don’t know Mr. Trump, he does not know us. He does now.
Within weeks of the letter, we received a phone call from his office asking would we take a phone call from Mr. Trump. We were watching FOX News and Mr. Trump was in Florida. He was sweating profusely in an airport hangar complaining of 114 degree weather. We watched him leave the stage, and within minutes our phone rang. It was Mr. Trump. He is amazing. He spent a good amount of time on the phone and it was very personal, I will not share what said, but I will share that Mr. Trump said that if it costs millions, he would give everything he owned if it would bring my Riley back.
What kind of man is this? What kind of man who is running for the highest office in our land, the president of the United States– he takes out the time from his campaign to call us…
Now, all you mothers out there, I want you to put yourself in our shoes for one minute. You fathers, too. I want you to please, please vote for Mr. Donald Trump in my son’s honor.
Birth Of A Candy Bar
It was another Payday, and I was tired of Mr. Goodbar. I saw Miss Hershey standing behind the Powerhouse on the corner of Clark and Fifth Avenue when I whipped out my Whopper and whispered, “Hey Sweetheart, how’d you like to Crunch on my big hunk for a Million Dollar Bar?”
Well, she immediately went down on my Tootsie Roll, and it was like Pure Almond Joy! I couldn’t help but grab her delicious Mounds because it was easy to see that this little Twix had the Red Hots. It was all I could do to hold the Snicker and Crackle as my Butterfinger went up her tight little Kit Kat, and she started to scream, “Oh Henry, Oh Henry!”
Soon she was fondling my Peter Pan and ZagNut and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I blew my Milk Duds clear to Mars that gave her a taste of the old Milky Way. She asked me if I was into M&M, but I said, “Hey Chicklet, no kinky stuff.” I said “Look you little Reese’s Pieces, don’t be a Zero, be a Lifesaver. Why don’t you take my Whatchamacallit and slip it up your Bit ‘O’ Honey?” (What a piece of Juicy Fruit she was, too!) She screamed, “Oh Crackerjack, better than the Three Musketeers!” as I rammed my Ding Dong up her Rocky Road and into her Peanut Butter Cup. Well, I was giving it to her Good ‘N’ Plenty, when all of a sudden… my Starburst!
Yeah, as luck would have it, she started to grow Chunky and complained of a Wrigley in her stomach. Sure enough, nine months later, out popped Baby Ruth!