There was a man standing among the giants. The giants bowed their heads towards him to
pay their respects and he accepted their tributes of respect in a calm, collective manner. He wore a suit that clearly outshined all other suits in the room. There was something about him, an aura that was as bright as the sun and his charisma was filling the air inside the room as everyone paid attention to every word and every gesture he made. He was the man of the hour.
pay their respects and he accepted their tributes of respect in a calm, collective manner. He wore a suit that clearly outshined all other suits in the room. There was something about him, an aura that was as bright as the sun and his charisma was filling the air inside the room as everyone paid attention to every word and every gesture he made. He was the man of the hour.
This was my father. He was the president of his own company that he founded and all of his employees respected and feared him at the same time. He was a master at his crafts and a businessman far beyond his years who earned admiration not only from his employees but also his rivals as well like the wise king in a fairytale. The way he just commended respect from everyone was truly impressive. His physique however, was not so impressive. Standing barely over 5 feet tall, some could argue that he looked just like a dwarf. He always had a friendly expression on his face like Pororo. However, his build was thick and strong like an oak tree. He was a short, stubby oak tree with a smiley face.
His personality however, was quite the opposite of his physique. He was a born leader and a competitor like Napoleon himself. He would concentrate and focus his mind on his task at hand as he glared into his paperwork and worked tirelessly everyday to stay ahead of others like a college student cramming for the final exam at the last possible minute. He was a man of principle as his principles stood tall and strong like the Great Pyramid of Giza and his honor was as sacred to him as the Holy Grail. He was a man of pattern as he kept his same schedule of work and sleep like clockwork. He had a charisma that was sharper than a katana which made everyone kneel at his command. Napoleon stood at 5 feet and 5 inches and conquered Europe. My father stood barely at 5 feet and had his way in the business world. In his world, he was the little Napoleon.
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