In the early hours of each day, my kin adhere to a commonplace schedule. We rise early, consume some caffeine and prepare our 1-year-old for childcare. However, on a particular Wednesday morning in the previous month, I unexpectedly told my spouse a statement that seemed utterly unbelievable to both of us: “To give you a heads up, I am going to dial Trump right now.”. Afterwards, in an attempt to prevent an unforeseen diaper situation, I entered the adjacent room and called the president. I had been attempting to connect with President Donald Trump for several days. Every instance, my heart would begin to race. Following almost twenty years in journalism, I’ve become accustomed to communicating with influential individuals. Cold-calling the president of the United States on his personal cellphone brought back the feeling of being a novice reporter. “Hello?” a voice inquired on the other end of the connection. On this occasion, the President selected a particular item. I made my acquaintance known and informed Trump that I am a journalist for ProPublica. “I am in the process of composing an article concerning one of your significant backers in the oil sector, Jeff Hildebrand,” I mentioned.
