Finding Hope by K Broas Read Free Book Online

They would like you to focus on the current state of manufacturing and unemployment. The data shows people are responding well considering China’s press release regarding the Yuan,” Matt explained as he urged the importance of the data. “They made me promise I’d get it to you.”
    Mr. Howard looked up from his stack of mail with his steal blue eyes and exquisitely honest face. “Hogwash! This is my campaign and I know what the people want. They’ve been emailing, calling, and getting in my face talking about jobs. That’s what they need. I don’t care what the polls say,” Mr. Howard said firmly with a smirk on his face. “If there was a bendy straw crisis this week, I’m sure they’d put it in a fax if it polled well. I’m still in this thing because the other guys are leading the country from polls.”
    “Calm down Paul, he’s just doing his job,” a soft voice said from the attached room.
    “I know he is Lori, but I’m getting tired of people trying to tell me where I stand.”
    Mr. Paul Howard was a tall , slender man in his late fifties with silver, flowing hair. He had been married to his wife Lori for over thirty of those years. Being an avid runner, he was in excellent shape for his age. He was a rare type of politician who spoke his mind and understood the system. He had built a legacy on firmly rooted principles with a solid understanding of economics and global affairs. His wife Lori was always by his side. Despite the fact that she’d struggled for many years with health issues, she was his rock. Mr. Howard was a good man with an even greater wife.
    “Mr. Howard, we need to head down in ten minutes, OK?” Matt said as he smiled believing in his candidate.
    Lori walked over to Mr. Howard and began to straighten his tie while saying, “Alright Paul, remember don’t get too angry when the others don’t understan d the issues. Just keep smiling. This is a big debate tonight.”
    Mr. Howard leaned in close to his loyal companion and gave her a tender kiss. He smiled at h is dear wife and said, “Thanks Honey, you keep me focused on what’s important.”
    Mr. Howard grabbed a drink of water and followed the other men to the door. “Wait, my boy! Where’s my boy?” Mr. Howard s houted as if he was in pain. “…Can’t leave without some good luck from Isaac.”
    At that moment , a thin boy with curly red hair joined his father from across the hotel suite. “Go get ‘em Dad,” Isaac yelled giving his dad a high five, “…Show ‘em who they’re messin’ with!” Mr. Howard beamed like a child as he walked out of the room.
    “How do you think D ad will do tonight?” Isaac asked his mother as he grabbed a book and sat on the bed.
    “He’s full of pep tonight so I’m sure he’ll do great,” Lori replied. “How are you doing? Sorry we missed the last few weeks of school.”
    Isaac peered at his mother with his youthful green eyes and responded, “Just don’t let it happen again.” They both laughed as his mother prepared to watch the debate from the hotel room.
    Isaac was fifteen years old a nd had no interest in politics. What he did love, was his father and all the knowledge he possessed. Anytime Isaac had a question, his father knew the answer. He was fascinated when his father spoke about history and the forming of his great country. His father gave another perspective to the stories he heard in school about the founding fathers, state and federal government, and the country’s role in the world. He had learned so much from his dad and aimed to emulate him someday.
    The door knocked in a familiar pattern Isaac had heard many times before. “Mom, Jason wants to check out the hotel lob by. We’ll be back in an hour. OK?” Isaac asked his mother Lori.
    “Yea h that’s fine, but be back before the debate is over. Your dad will want to talk about how it went,” Lori explained as the debate began on the glowing TV.
    It was common for Isaac to travel with his dad as he