The Candidate: Political Ambush

Hours before the election, two candidates who were watching a third female candidate were amazed at what they saw.

“Grace will win because of her exceptional charisma, confidence and grace,” predicted Hope, a petite, dark-haired candidate in a beige, wool outfit with matching accessories. “I admire and respect her. If only I could touch and change the lives of people the way she does.”

“Watch her work that crowd,” replied Destiny, a blonde woman, wearing a gray suit with a black hat, purse, gloves and shoes. “If you knew how to do that, you would win the election.”

“We could learn from her,” suggested Hope. “She demonstrates wonderful integrity with respect to political issues. She has amazing energy, strength and stamina, too!”

All three young women were new hopefuls in the political arena. Hope was allowing the possibility she might win the race, but Destiny’s ratings were too low. It was too late. There was no doubt that Grace, the tall, slender woman with long, dark hair, was making a good impression on everyone. She focused on the huge crowd of excited voters gathered around her. Her professional appearance in a bright, blue suit with white accessories and her unwavering composure as a female politician, made her stand out among the rest.    

“That first speaker was ungracious, loud and outspoken,” said Destiny. “She’s definitely out!”

“Grace demonstrates an inner beauty that is magnified every time she speaks,” replied Hope. “Watch her smile!”

“Where did she learn how to speak to people?” asked Destiny. 

“It is not something that is learned. You have it, or you don’t.”

Hope decided to keep on trying to win the political battle. She walked into the crowd and chatted with people. Being true to her name, she was still hopeful.  

Destiny stayed where she was, simply allowing destiny its course. Having given up already, she was not destined to win. In fact, she had ambushed all hope of winning. Sitting where she was, her fate was sealed.

“No female is going to win this election!” a man in the crowd yelled, as he pulled something out of his pocket. “Politics is a man’s game.”