Four months after we launched Manus, I was invited to a dinner with President Macron. I ended up seated directly across from Jensen Huang.
He was half an hour late, and Macron asked him to give a toast. Jensen picked up his wine glass and turned it into a fully improvised speech — in front of a table of European politicians and founders. It was electric. The charisma of a top founder, on full display.
I typed the whole thing into my Notes that night. Still one of the sharpest takes I’ve heard on software, AI and Europe.
What a pity. What a loss.
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Seriously, to anyone who wants to lose 10kg for real.
It's fine to eat bread for breakfast. It's fine to have burger for lunch. It's fine to snack at 3 p.m. It's fine to not skip the white rice at night. It's fine to go to an all-you-can-eat buffet. It's fine to eat ice cream in the middle of the night. But,
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My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years.
Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity.
I hated her for it.
The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said:
“Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.”
I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house.
My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Every single day.
And the crazy thing was, we were poor too.
My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity.
But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him.
I never understood it.
I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door.
We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger.
That night, I finally lost my temper.
Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!”
My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line.
Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.”
I had never seen her that furious before.
I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things.
I moved out when I turned 18.
We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions.
But the man stayed.
Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him.
Then my mom got sick.
Cancer made her small.
She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening.
Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist.
Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart.
Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.”
I looked at her.
Honestly, I wanted to say no.
I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help.
But you don’t lie to a dying mother.
So I promised.
My mom eventually passed away.
The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house.
I had promised her I would keep feeding him.
But when I got there, the man was gone.
His shelter had been completely cleared out.
Everything was gone.
The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened.
I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone.
Then I noticed something.
A black SUV was parked at the curb.
Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat.
He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years.
But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding.
My mother’s old silver locket.
The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old.
He looked at me and said:
Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
I stared at him.
Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?”
He smiled, but his expression was unsteady.
His eyes were already filling with tears.
Man: “Your mom hid something from you.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
Me: “What did she hide?”
He looked at the plate in my hands before responding.
Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.”
My blood went cold.
Me: “Silent about what?”
He gently shook his head.
Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.”
We sat on the front steps.
The plate was still warm between us.
He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break.
Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined.
Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.”
I just stared at him.
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BREAKING: Jensen Huang appeared “broken” in his final hours as Nvidia CEO, per Bloomberg.
Nvidia’s board held an emergency meeting that ran late into the night after the latest affair reports, and by the end Huang had agreed to step down. The board left him no choice but to resign.
According to people who spoke with him, his usual take-charge style was gone. He responded with indifference, saying things like “whatever” and “I don’t care,” and has since called himself a “piece of sh--.” He says he no longer cares what happens to him. His main concern is his wife and not “ruining the lives” of the women now linked to him.
Inside Nvidia, employees are rallying behind him. More than 1,600 comments on internal forums call for his reinstatement, per Wired.
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