The good of Trump

Suppose you're rich. Stondy. You set up a beautiful company and you have money for water. The media company is doing well. Very good. You work hard for it and you lead a luxurious life. You have a closet of a house and a nice place as a country house, but also a limousine. If you have that kind of money, a car like this can be easily taken off. But... limousines can also break down. The tires of the car don't have eternal tire life either. They could get leaked. Your wealth does not save you this kind of “minor sorrow.”

There you sit in your luxury limousine with your feet nice in a hot tub and a glass of champagne in your hand. The ride goes all the way to your liking, right up to that blowout. The water bubbles from the shock out of the bath and makes you pretty wet. The champagne goes down your throat just a little too fast and the caviar stays stuck in it somewhere. The cigar flies through the air and comes down on your suit, causing a scorch in it.

Balls, bales, bales! But you don't let your temper and your generosity ruin by that little misery. Then your driver comes to you and tells you there's a motorist offering his help. He replaces the tire of the car for you, so you can move on quickly. He's not impressed by the size of your car or who you are. He's not asking for an autograph or a photo shoot so he can prove he's met you. No, he's humility itself.