What Would You Do If You Knew You Could Not Fail?

The applause was deafening as he ambled to the podium. Although stooped, he carried an air of confidence and distinction that age could not disguise. Somehow he seemed larger than his diminutive self. Shaggy white hair flopped over his wide forehead. Enormous eyebrows sheltered bright sparkling eyes, eyes that twinkled with intelligence. His clothes were those of a gentleman who walks in the park. Not dapper nor pretentious; comfortable perhaps? Most notable was his smile, wide and authentic, the smile of a man who has had a satisfying life.
Finally reaching the podium, he leaned on it for support. As the attendant helped with placing the mike on Dr Jennings’s lapel, he surveyed the audience. He did this with confidence and interest. He saw eager young faces, the faces of the graduates to whom the day belonged. They were the cream of the MBA students who were to be capped after his speech.