He made me cry. Honestly, he was so warm and lovely and hopeful, so full of love for the American people (as opposed to our administration), it was painful. And wonderful.
'Hopeful,' I said. Yes. Someone like that is full of hope, indeed, and makes me feel much the same. I don't even have a chance to get to the "but I'm not a Christian..." discomfort. It really is all about being good to one another.