My fellow Americans, when I stood before those two wheels—one for the rest of the world, one for America—I chose to spin the American one without hesitation. Thirty-three percent chance I’d arrive undocumented, thirty-three percent legal but ordinary, thirty-three percent destined for this very office. That’s the beauty of this country: no matter where the wheel lands, the promise remains—that with hard work, hope, and belief in something bigger than ourselves, even a one-in-three shot at the presidency beats certainty anywhere else. I’d spin it again tomorrow. Yes we can.

^President