Trump is about to pay the price for skipping this basic childhood lesson

I feel incredibly fortunate to have understood an essential truth about how to treat people when I was just 6 years old.

It was a week or so after Halloween. My parents had held back most of my good candy that year with the understanding that I’d already had too much sugar on that magical holiday and the day after, and it would be far better and healthier to ration it out. So, seven days later, they turned over the motherlode, and I brought it all to school with me in a brown paper lunch bag.