Charlie Kirk was a witness to faith, truth, and courage, on a scale difficult to comprehend. But for me, before all the headlines and the crowds, he was first and foremost a friend.
We met in a ballroom at The Breakers hotel in Palm Beach in November 2012, about ten days after Barack Obama’s reelection. Conservative donors were dispirited and questioning whether decades of effort had amounted to much. That evening, a longtime movement supporter named Rebecca Dunn pulled me aside. “Francisco, you need to meet this young man,” she said, introducing me to a 19-year-old named Charlie Kirk.
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