I see the pride and love in his eyes as he said, nothing is going to break you.
r the rest of my life, whenever I fall down, I get back up. Whenever I am hurt, I drive on. Whenever I am brought low, I rise. That is not because I am uniquely virtuous, or strong, or resilient.
It is simply because my father, John McCain, was. The America of John McCain is generous, and welcoming, and bold. She is resourceful, and confident, and secure. She meets her responsibilities. She speaks quietly, because she is strong. America does not boast, because she has no need to. The America of John McCain has no need to be made great again, because America was always great.
>> It showed his irreverence,
His sense of humor, a little bit of a mischievous streak. After all, what a better way to get a last laugh than to make George and I say nice things about him to a national audience?>>
He was honorable, always recognizing that his opponents were still patriots and human beings.
Trafficking in bombast, in insult, in phony controversies, in manufactured outrage. It's a politics that pretends to be brave and tough, but in fact is born of fear. John called on us to be bigger than that.
He called on us to be better than that.
>> Moments before my last debate ever with Senator John Kerry in Phoenix, I was trying to gather some thoughts in the holding room. I felt a presence, opened my eyes, and six inches from my face was McCain, who yelled relax, relax!>>
He loved freedom with the passion of a man who knew its absence. He respected the dignity inherent in every life, a dignity that does not stop at borders and cannot be erased by dictators. Perhaps above all, John detested the abuse of power.