I must be president

He was born into an immigrant family in Paris, France. His father was a Hungarian immigrant and his mother was a French. His name is marked by the characteristics of foreigners, which makes him discriminated and ridiculed from an early age. One day at the age of 10, he rode his beloved mountain bike in the suburbs. Several children of his age stopped him and ordered him to get off. A child grabbed his mountain bike and slammed it on the ground. Several other children slammed their wheels with their feet. His sun was full of humiliating tears, his face was angry, he really wanted to go to work. He didn't have enough courage to watch the beloved mountain bike being trampled for 10 minutes. The child who led the car and pointed at his nose and said, "You are a foreign nephew, not worth riding a mountain bike."

He looked at the scarred mountain bike and kept crying until his father found him in the evening. He took his father's clothes and cried and asked: "Why am I always bullied? Why am I not equipped with a mountain bike?" Father wiped his tears and asked, "Do you resist?" He shook his head. "Why don't you resist? For those who bring you humiliation, you should fight back bravely." The father said while lifting the mountain bike on the ground.

"They are bullying me together. I have always been a person. They said that I am a foreign nephew." He said wrongly. "What about foreign scorpions, don't have the right to ride a mountain bike? No, don't say riding a mountain bike, that is, the president can do the same." The father shouted, smashing the destroyed mountain bike on his shoulder. So powerful and mighty.

At the age of 10, he did not quite understand his father's words, but he knew that the president was the most powerful person in a country. He thought that no one dared to drop the president's mountain bike to the ground, and even dared not use his feet to squat. That night, he wrote this sentence in the diary: "I don't want to be president, but I have to be president!" His young heart planted a seed of dreams - becoming president. He didn't tell anyone about his dreams, he was afraid of being laughed at. Because even he himself feels that this dream is a bit extravagant, too high and too far for him.

When he was 12 years old, his father was unemployed, and his family’s situation was getting worse. He often went to some pubs to help and find delicious meals. There was no electricity at home, and he put a piece of sheepskin on the wooden pier and sat under the kerosene lamp. As long as there is a book to read, no matter how much bitter, he does not care. In his view, reading is the only way to change reality, and knowledgeable people can be presidents.

However, the reality once again gave this boy a heavy blow. At the age of fifteen, the family couldn’t afford to pay for him to study. On the day of bidding farewell to the school, his eyes burst into tears of despair. He said to his father: "Dad, I have no hope, I have no hope anymore." The father did not say a word of comfort, but angered him: "You are not allowed to say this, your future is still very long, you are desperate now, Confessed? This is not the child I want." He said: "I don't admit defeat, but what can I do?" "Children, to change the reality, you must first face the reality. Otherwise, you can only do this forever. Poor and poor."

He wiped his tears and started again. Let the sheep, when the band trumpeter, do the masons, as the sugar factory workers. He has experienced the hardships of life and the discrimination and abuse of immigrants in society. He cried and was discouraged, but he did not retreat. In the case of work and study. He was admitted to the Paris School of Politics. After graduation, his desire to enter the government department failed to materialize. An alumnus pulled him to do business together. After nearly 10 years of hard work, he and his alumni have a company with fixed assets of nearly 100 million francs. He was proud of the business, but turned and left to participate in the election of members. When the president’s dream has been growing vigorously in his heart. The alumni brought several directors of the company to his home to persuade him. He took out a yellow diary and turned to one of the pages and said, "Look, this is my dream, although I have never mentioned it to anyone, but it has always been in my heart. I am going Realize it, please bless me." Alumni and directors did not persuade him to return to the company, but used applause to encourage him to participate in the election of members. Since then, he has embarked on the road to politics. His career is not smooth, and he has encountered many storms and crises, but he has come over and never retired.

In the second round of the French presidential election held on May 6, 2007, the president of the People's Movement League, Sarkozy, won and was elected as the new French president. Who would have thought that Sarkozy was the child who wrote "I must be president" in the diary?

For ideals, we are always used to saying "what do I want" instead of "what must I do." Be aware that these are two completely different concepts. When one uses "I must do" to interpret my ideals. There is tremendous power and confidence in the heart, and this is the key to opening the door to success. So please say "What must I do" to yourself!