Election Debate

There was a debate between the current President Biden and former President Trump on June 27 organized by CNN. 

It was a total disaster for Biden. He showed his biggest weakness voter concerns about his age and sharpness. His voice for hoarse. His throat did not sound clear. He made many notable gaffes. He had memory issues. 

Biden is 81 and Trump is 78. But in front of Biden, Trump looked like 58. After the debate, Biden’s wife and a secret service agent escorted him from the stage. Trump walked out briskly. 

During the debate, Biden’s strong point was abortion. Trump’s strong points were Economy, Inflation, and Immigration and border issue. 

There are calls from his own Democratic Party for Biden to step down and allow someone else to contest. But he has refused. He said he will not withdraw and will run for re-election.

Two days after the debate, in one of the meetings, Biden made another gaffe by saying “he is the first Black woman to serve with a Black president”. Apparently, he got confused with Kamala Harris (Black) and Barack Obama (Black). 

He also told the Democratic Governors he wants to work from 10 am to 8 pm only. (What happens if an international situation happens between 8 pm to 10 am?) 

I personally think he will withdraw in another 2 weeks. There are several names being suggested to replace Biden. Among them are Kamala Harris (Vice President) and Gavin Newsom (Governor of California).

Buy a Car

Arthur and Margaret had always dreamed of driving off into retirement in a sleek Mercedes Benz. They had scrimped and saved, carefully counting their pennies over the years, and now, at 75 and 72 respectively, they felt it was time to treat themselves. So, they found themselves at the local dealership, where a gleaming silver Mercedes Benz caught their eye.

The salesman, a slick-haired fellow named Dave, greeted them with a wide grin. "Good afternoon, folks! Fine choice you've got there. This beauty here is priced at $75,000."

Arthur, a shrewd negotiator in his prime, tried his best to haggle. "Seventy-five thousand? That's quite steep. How about we make it $70,000?" Dave shook his head, barely concealing his amusement. "Sorry, sir. $75,000 is the best we can do." 

Margaret squeezed Arthur's hand gently, silently urging him to accept. "We'll take it," Arthur finally said, determination in his voice. "We'll be back tomorrow with cash," Margaret added with a smile as they left the dealership. 

The next day, they returned as promised, cash in hand, only to witness a startling scene. The Mercedes Benz they had set their hearts on was being handed over to a young woman, no older than their granddaughter, for $65,000. Arthur's heart sank, and Margaret gasped in disbelief. 

"What's going on here?" Arthur demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and disappointment. Dave, still wearing his grin, gestured towards the young woman with a flourish. "Well, folks, she came in this morning with the cash, ready to buy. And look at her, a real charmer. How could I say no?" Before Arthur could voice his outrage, the young woman, Emily, approached them, extending a hand and smiling warmly. 

"Hi there grandpa! I told you I'd get him to lower the price. Here are the keys." Emily chuckled softly. "Grandpa, you taught me well. Remember all those times you haggled for deals at flea markets? I watched and learned." 

Arthur's eyes widened in recognition as he realized Emily's plan. She had used her charm and shrewd negotiation skills to drive a hard bargain, securing the car for less than the dealership's asking price. Dave, caught between admiration and embarrassment, could only shrug helplessly. 

After a moment of stunned silence, Margaret burst into laughter, followed by Arthur. "Well played, Emily," Arthur said, shaking his head in disbelief. Emily winked mischievously. "I couldn't let you pay full price, Grandpa. Besides, now we can all go for a ride together sometime."

Opportunity

In the bustling heart of the city, amidst towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there was one man whose name echoed through the corridors of finance and success: WG. He was the epitome of wealth and influence, a titan in the world of business whose every move was scrutinized and speculated upon. As a reporter for the prestigious City Times, SC had landed the interview of a lifetime with the elusive Mr. WG. 

SC was known for her sharp wit and relentless pursuit of truth. Armed with her notepad and recorder, she entered WG's lavish office, adorned with modern art and sleek furniture that spoke volumes about his taste and wealth. 

The interview started off predictably, with questions about WG's rise to prominence, his early struggles, and his vision for the future. SC, however, was itching to uncover the secret behind his phenomenal success. "Mr. WG " she inquired, leaning forward with a glint in her eye, "what would you say is the key strategy that has led to your success?" 

Without missing a beat, WG reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a checkbook. He slid it across the table towards SC. "Write any amount you desire, and I will gladly sign it."

 

SC was taken aback. Was he serious? This had to be some sort of test or joke. She chuckled nervously, glancing at the blank check before her. "Mr. WG, I appreciate the gesture, but I'm here to conduct an interview, not accept gifts." 

WG nodded knowingly. "Fair enough," he said as he withdrew the checkbook. "But remember, SC, opportunities are fleeting. The key to success lies in recognizing opportunities and seizing them." 

SC raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Could you elaborate on that?" 

WG said: I gave you an opportunity to become rich and you did not take advantage of that.

Embarrassed by her own skepticism, Sarah continued the interview, though her mind kept returning to WG's strange offer. What did he mean by opportunities? Was there a deeper meaning she was missing? 

As the interview drew to a close, SC gathered her things and prepared to leave. Just as she was about to exit, WG called out to her. "SC, one last thing." 

She turned to face him, curious. "If you had written an amount of one million dollars on that check, would you have meant it?" WG asked, his expression unreadable. 

SC hesitated, caught off guard by the directness of his question. "I... I suppose so, but..."

WG interrupted gently. "And I would have honored it, SC. Remember that." 

With those enigmatic words hanging in the air, SC left WG's office feeling both intrigued and slightly unsettled. As she sat down to write her article later that day, her mind kept wandering back to the missed opportunity, wondering what could have been if she had taken WG's challenge seriously.

PS: I wrote this as a short story.  But this is not my imagination.  This interview and content actually took place.  That rich man is Bill Gates (William Henry Gates).