I won’t tell, ‘Dita! Promise. (But don’t miss it tonight).
((((((hugs)))))))
A little familiar story: (my son emailed to me today)
The names have been changed to protect the. . .well. . . to cover up the foolishness of it I guess. . .
Teaching a fifth grade class about the presidential election, a teacher decided to have an election for
a class president. The class selected several nominees, and from those, Jim and Dan were picked
to run for top spot.
Jim was in the honor program and had organized several charity events to raise money for special
field trips in the past years he was at the school.
Dan on the other hand was new in the school, average grades, and hadnt really taken part in
volunteer programs or extracurricular activities.
The candidates would make a campaign speech, and the class would vote for which one they liked for president.
The day arrived when they were to make their speeches.
Jim went first-had specific ideas about making improvements in the class and school and ended by
promising to do his very best. Everyone applauded.
He sat down and Dan came to the podium. His speech was concise.
He said,If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream, and he sat down.
The class went wild. Yes, Yes, we want ice cream.
He surely could say more. But he did not have to. A discussion followed.
How did he plan to pay for the ice cream? Would his parents buy it, or would the class pay for it? He didnt know.
And the class didnt care, all they were thinking about was ice cream.
Jim was all but forgotten, Dan won by a landslide.