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Thank you for A2A Gopalkrishna Vishwanath Sir.We are less than 2 weeks away from the US Presidential Elections and this time it has been becoming intensive and making people curious about - Who will be the next President of the USA?Overall, Biden will win the US Presidential Elections if we take the base of national polls conducted by BBC News.Also note that National polls are a good guide as to how popular a candidate is across the country as a whole, but they're not necessarily a good way to predict the result of the election.[1][1][1][1]This is a battle of 270 electoral votes, to become President of the US.Solid, Likely, and Lean Democrat states:[2][2][2][2]Solid Democrat: California, Connecticut, Delaware, Washington DC, Hawaii, Illinois, Maine 1st CD, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, Oregon, Rhode Island, Vermont, WashingtonLikely Democrat: Colorado, Maine, VirginiaLead Democrat: Arizona, Michigan, Minnesota, Nebraska 2nd CD, Nevada, New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, WisconsinAssurance: More likely, Biden will get around 210 from Solid, Likely, and Lean Democrat votes and that will make a huge impact on the results. Just need to make sure the rest 60 electoral votes.Solid, Likely, and Lean Republican states:[3][3][3][3]Solid Republican states: Alabama, Arkansas, Idaho, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, Nebraska, Nebraska 1st CD, Nebraska 3rd CD, North Dakota, Oklahoma, South Dakota, Tennessee, West Virginia, WyomingLikely Republican states: Alaska, Indiana, Kansas, Missouri, Montana, South Carolina, UtahLean Republican states: TexasAssurance: More likely, Trump will get around 160 from Solid, Likely, and Lean Democrat votes but the swing states may assure the second term of Trump as the President of the US again.If we consider the repeat of 2016—Swing States:This year North Carolina, Florida, Michigan, Wisconsin, and Arizona could all be decisive swing states in the election's outcome.[4][4][4][4]Everything indicates that Biden will be the next President of the US.Let’s see!Footnotes[1] US election 2020 polls: Who is ahead - Trump or Biden?[1] US election 2020 polls: Who is ahead - Trump or Biden?[1] US election 2020 polls: Who is ahead - Trump or Biden?[1] US election 2020 polls: Who is ahead - Trump or Biden?[2] The Gamble[2] The Gamble[2] The Gamble[2] The Gamble[3] https://cookpolitical.com/sites/default/files/2020-09/EC%20Ratings.092920.2.pdf[3] https://cookpolitical.com/sites/default/files/2020-09/EC%20Ratings.092920.2.pdf[3] https://cookpolitical.com/sites/default/files/2020-09/EC%20Ratings.092920.2.pdf[3] https://cookpolitical.com/sites/default/files/2020-09/EC%20Ratings.092920.2.pdf[4] US election 2020: What date is it, how does voting work, and when will we get a result? [4] US election 2020: What date is it, how does voting work, and when will we get a result? [4] US election 2020: What date is it, how does voting work, and when will we get a result? [4] US election 2020: What date is it, how does voting work, and when will we get a result?

Thank you for your question, Richard Talens.My answer may be long, so please bear with me. I hope it will be worth your time and anyone's who is reading this.In the beginning I was enthusiastic.I was glad I got out of the mines. Got those $2,500 and bye-bye. No regrets and no fear.I had a cousin who lost one of his fingers, I had colleagues who were burned by the electric current. I used to be an electrician there, I had colleagues who died because of different accidents, the father of one of my childhood friends died of carbon monoxide asphyxiation.Every morning I woke up at 4 AM and started work at 6 AM. Got out at 1 PM.The work was hard for us, but other people had even harder work than us.We were doing it because there was no alternative at that time in my town and region. I wasn't thinking of immigrating at that point. I didn't even know what it actually meant. I was very young and fresh out of the army and out of communism. I was a bit naive, if I may say so.I started learning computers 2-3 months after I left the mines. I started with a university course. It taught me something but not enough and I knew that in order to become a professional I needed to learn way more and that meant I need to have my own computer, so I went out and bought one. (I had to travel to my country's capital to find a decent one for a decent price at that time.)The first year I didn't worry much as I kept learning and learning.I also kept trying to connect with other people from my town who had computers. (There were very few as the computers were damn expensive and very few could afford them.) No Internet at that time. We used to gather in one of our apartments and set up LAN networks, trying to exchange files, playing games, learning other stuff. It was the age of the floppy disk, when 380 Mb (the hard drive I had) or 1,2 Gb (unheard of) were, as you call it today, monsters. I didn't have a CD-rom drive; I got that one year later.I learned good old MS-DOS, Norton Commander, Windows 3.1 and Windows '95. I played the gold old games like Wolfenstein, Duke Nukem 3D, Quake and Quake2, Half-Life, Starcraft (later games I played on a newer computer I bought after a while - Athlon 650 Mhz).I learned to master Photoshop, Corel Paint, Word, Access, Flash and other programs or trial programs which came with the CHIP Magazine (in Romanian) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CHIP_%28magazine%29 . That magazine was like gold for me.I even taught a friend of mine some Photoshop and Flash...later on, he mastered these, becoming one of the best web designers I knew in my country at that time. Sadly, he has slowed down since then (although he is still working for an Austrian company remotely), but that's life, I guess.In the second year I entered the age of the Internet...That was when I discovered the world, literally. I hadn't traveled much in the country at that time and never abroad. Yet, now, I had the opportunity to travel, visually, outside. One click and I was in the US, Africa or Europe. I was so avid for knowledge that many times I forgot to eat (even those small meals), wash or go out. My sleep was whacked.I wanted to know more and more. (I've had this natural curiosity since I was a kid and, until the Internet arrived, I fed it by reading books, lots of them.)But there was a huge drawback: the cost. I just got a landline phone at my home (where I lived with my mother and siblings) and it was damn expensive. Then I got the Internet (dial-up) and that too was damn expensive.There and then my sleep changed so much so that even today it's still not normal, I truly became a night owl (before I was a mild night owl).Why? Because the landline phone became reasonably expensive ONLY after 11 PM. So, after that hour it was my time to get connected and explore. And explore I did.The phone bills and Internet bills ate up pretty much all of my money.I started to learn HTML programming, then Microsoft ASP classic programming for building dynamic, database-driven websites. I also learned Access, then SQL server.You may wonder, why Microsoft technologies?Well, I had the luck to meet a guy at my ISP who happened to know this and taught me some (very little, but it was something, better than nothing). He could very well have known PHP or something else. It didn't matter to me because I couldn't tell the difference at that time, anyway.After several lessons from him (I paid him, so some more money invested), I started learning by myself and looking around the Internet.It was tough to learn alone because if I encountered difficulties there was nobody to show me the way or even give a hint. Really, nobody. None of my friends started learning this stuff. Only one of them started to be proficient in Adobe Photoshop and Flash because I gave him the first lessons and he took it from there. But he faced the same thing: when in difficulties, there was nobody to show him the way out. That's why we progressed slowly.But I never though of giving up learning—not once.Maybe this stubbornness and perseverance was planted by the life I had had so far (not a good one; I had a troubled childhood) and by the martial arts I started to learn and practice when working in the mines: karate (for 6 years).I mocked up several HTML pages. Played with them.I even applied to a job database from my country trying to find a job as an HTML developer. I didn't know much, but hey, being in that job database was free.But then, at the end of that second year I had a big challenge: the last $100 in my pocket (my landline and Internet cost were about $70/month if I remember well).When you are facing prolonged hunger (I was eating a meal a day - mostly potatoes) then your priorities change a bit. Especially that, like I said, I was the eldest in the family and I had to take care of my family as well.What to do? Sell my computer/printer and get some more money to survive? That would have been painful.My town was a small one (around 30,000 inhabitants) and was severely hit by mine layoffs and there were not too many alternatives to work. Many of those laid off left (after finishing their severance pay), going to the country or abroad or in other bigger towns.So, I had the last $100 in my pocket, and the next month I would have had to shut down everything and maybe sell.But, God helps those who helps themselves, as they say.During our networking "events" I met a guy who was also passionate about computers and worked at a cigarette factory in town. I had applied there before but nobody contacted me from the factory.So, this guy, hearing that I was short on money, offered to introduce me to the factory manager and maybe that manager would hire me.Ok, so we went to the factory, I was interviewed and hired the next day. No, I wasn't hired to work on computers; I was hired to produce cigarettes by working on some semi-automatic machines as a mechanic. The salary was a joke, but that meant I could lower the losses (not eliminate them entirely, unfortunately).I am not a smoker yet I produced poison for others. Ironic, isn't it?But the job there was like a breath of oxygen.It got even better.An engineer from this company hired me to build a small presentation website for a company outside of my town. I built it (only some graphics and HTML) and I got a fee which was almost the equivalent of my monthly salary at that factory. The website stayed online just over 10 years. It was taken down only recently, but I still have a copy on my local hard drive.That was my first paid job as a web developer and it made me very proud. It validated that I didn't spend my time and my money for nothing—and this stop at this cigarette factory wasn't going to be a permanent one.Two weeks after I got hired at the cigarette factory a strange email came to by inbox.Strange because it started with a title in German—and I didn't know any of that language. I still have it in my archives.In English, it was translated something like "To Mr. Goia attention: Job Offer".In short, it was a guy who owned a bookshop in west Germany and wanted to recruit a web developer to take his website to the next level. (He had a plain, ugly HTML website.) He was selling cookbooks only through his physical bookshop but wanted to expand online. (Amazon was a public company by that time, in the US but hadn't expanded yet to Germany.)So, he contacted 6 guys, me being one of them. Later on, I found out he found me on that job database I registered on months before.He asked us to go to a city 350 km away (about 270 miles) to have the technical interview. (He wasn't technical so he had somebody to examine us.)I almost didn't go, because the manager of that factory didn't want to let me go, to give me a day off. In the end, after much insistence from me, he agreed.I went there and had a one-on-one interview, then a technical one. It wasn't too much tech because they also didn't know what to ask us. The Internet was at the beginning in that part of the world so you can imagine there were not too many people who really knew this stuff very well.After the interview, only two remained: me and another guy (with whom later on, I became good friends with and we remain good friends even today). I found out that I was chosen several days after I reached home.At the same time the first pay arrived: an advance of $250. It was a salary for almost 3 months, at that time! Much more than I was paid at that cigarette factory. Imagine my happiness!! No more hunger. Also, they paid for my Internet connection and a better computer too. That was another happiness. Finally, I could work with better tools. (I had the first AMD Athlon 650 MHz in my town.)So I started learning even more voraciously.Three moths after I got this job I met my first American, a guy who was a friend of one of my former colleagues.He came to town trying to establish a nonprofit foundation to help young people take over their lives and do something useful. He also had some business ideas and one of them was way ahead of its time: providing accounting services to US companies (using Quickbooks software) but having the team in Romania to reduce costs. Kind of like some Indian companies are doing now.Almost none of the companies he contacted were interested at that time. I guess outsourcing accounting was too new and companies were afraid to let some strangers 10,000 miles away crunch their numbers for them.But this American guy did establish that nonprofit foundation and I started working at it as a contractor for the first 6 months, then as a volunteer for the rest of the 5 years I collaborated with them.We built our region's portal (for each of those 6 towns which forms our region), and we helped the city halls understand the technology and adopt it (especially the Internet).In 2002 we launched the online bookshop website. You can see it here: www.buchgourmet.comIt still has pretty much the same look and feel it had then. (UPDATE: They re-designed it finally!) In 3 years after launching the sales had grown a lot (from hundreds of dollars a month to tens of thousands a month). But I am not working on it anymore.In 2004 I found out that I won the American Diversity Lottery visa http://dvlottery.state.gov. I was one one of the lucky ones to get an immigrant visa which gives one right to get to US and live/work there for as long as he wants.So, in 2005 I packed my things (two suitcases) and landed right in capital of the most powerful nation in the world (for now). The American friend I worked with at that foundation (dissolved in the meantime) helped me get my feet on the ground.Here I was, ready to start over, once again. But this time in another country and a totally different culture.In my first year in America I lived for a month in DC, then I moved to West Virginia (another coal mine region, just like my native region). I had some friends there who hosted me. I tried to find a job there in web development. But that region was very scarce in jobs like that, so I wasted my time for about one year there, still managing to keep my job with that German company (working remotely) and surviving (at which, it seems, I became an expert).To not go "crazy" I kept my mind busy. I started to think what kind of web projects I could build here in US.Being new here and knowing almost nobody I thought: what if I build a service geared to local, a combination between social networking, classifieds, events, news, giving the possibility to locals to know each other better and share all this stuff. All at the zip code and town level. This way I could also meet my need of knowing people locally here.I started coding and I built a prototype (you can still see it here: www.mirceagoia.com/local )I thought that after building it I could go and find some seed financing and develop it for real.Well, I hit another turning point: money.My roommate was moving in with his future wife and I had to move out. My money alone wouldn't allow me to live on my own. Rent was quite high for my German salary, which was good in Romania but in US was under the poverty level.Another stroke of luck: through a friend of mine in Texas I made another friend in Phoenix, AZ and through her I managed to land an interview at a company in Phoenix. Got here, cleared the interview, got the job and moved here.I've been living here since then. I even changed jobs once.I've traveled a lot around the US, including Silicon Valley (see more pics here: www.flickr.com/mirceagoia ).I managed to know the American people and adapt quite well to this environment.I almost feel at home.I haven't visited my country since I left, but I hope to do it next year, after I become a citizen.The road I chose when I left the mines was tough. At that time, I didn't have any idea how tough it would be. But if I had to choose again, I would choose the same road.My journey isn't finished yet. I still have much to do: establish my company, make films, maybe have a family.But I am confident I can get these accomplished...or die trying :) as they say in the movies.

I've wrote several answers in which I describe the aftermath of my failed marriage, but I think for this one I'll focus on my other failed relationship - my first girlfriend. I had less emotional maturity back then, it was intense and stupid and desperate, and apparently I hadn't quite learned my lesson well enough when I met the woman who would later be my ex-wife.So we met online and got along well, often playing as partners in online games of Spades. Attraction developed and she decided she wanted to meet me. But she was near Portland (west coast) and I was near Philadelphia (east coast). Nevertheless, that summer she arranged to travel here and stay with a few female missionaries who were sharing a house just a couple blocks from mine. I was working my first job (convenience store) and basically hated it, but I had failed out of my first year of university just prior to this and my parents (especially my dad) were pressuring me to maintain life productivity / progress. She became my main stress release; sex was a new and wonderfully balancing experience - or so I thought. We'd get into verbal fights about this or that, then one or the other would cave and talk through to a truce, we'd get along for awhile, then it would happen all over again.A couple months in (so late July, I think) she told me she was pregnant and freaking out. I was at work so I asked her not to panic and that we'd talk when I got home. But when I got home, she dramatically and tearfully told me she went and got an abortion. I was already in shock about the pregnancy, but this was a double punch. Mixed emotions swirled within me: I felt concern for her well-being and couldn't help but feel sorry for her, yet it was a little surreal that she had made those decisions to do things so rapidly even though on the phone she seemed like she would go along with the plan to just figure things out together when I got home. I also wasn't ok with the fact the she supposedly resorted to abortion without even telling me until after the fact.So she and I just weren't quite ok with each other after that. Sex was out of the question, we obviously didn't make a very good (read: cooperative / compatible) couple, and things just generally sucked. Then she told me she was moving back to Oregon. I still remember that last kiss we shared under the sports pavilion at the local park in pouring rain. It was such an appropriate metaphor for the sadness and oppressive condition into which we'd both placed ourselves. And so she left, and I never saw her again.I was returning to school (community college) to give another shot at college pursuing a new major (first try was pre-med; this time was psychology). The long bus ride to and from school was spent drowsily listening to music, usually Linkin Park, as the music matched my mood pretty well. I played the few albums of theirs I owned to death (literally: the CD I listened to the most - Reanimation - was damaged and needed replacement at one point). Despite my depression, I managed to get almost all A and B grades on my courses during those 2 years. But that's not all there is to my story...A few days after my ex went back to Portland, she contacted me asking for money. She made the case that the summer she spent near me, the abortion, and her trip back to Portland had cost her so much money and that she wanted me to at least reimburse her for the cost of the abortion. When I objected on grounds such as my disapproval (let alone not getting to even talk about the option with her), she reduced her demand to half the cost. I still refused, and asked her not to contact me anymore. But she did - several times, about once a week, to restate her request and torture me with memories of our relationship, criticisms of how I acted and who I was, dismal predictions for my future, and so on. I couldn't stand it, so I changed my phone number and my social media (e.g. IM accounts) handles so that she'd not bother me anymore. For a while it worked, but eventually I heard from her again: she figured out what my new account names were and continued to pester me. I finally relented and sent her a money order for the requested amount. Some of the people close to me advised me against it, but I told them that was probably the only way I'd get her to leave me alone.When she got the money order, indeed I stopped hearing anything from her at all. I finally felt as close to peace about the issue as possible. I was also getting emotionally close (in friendship though, not romance) with a woman in West Virginia. We found we had several things in common - including being children of pastors - and that we agreed on a lot of ideas / values. I was considering what university to transfer into after my 2 years at community college and was ambivalent; I didn't think any one college held a great advantage in its psych program, so I decided to enroll at WVSU so I could be near my good friend (with romance potential, naturally).Then out of nowhere I heard from my ex again! This time she told me she'd lied: that she hadn't had the abortion, that she gave birth to the child, and named her [name of my friend in WV]. She said she wouldn't try to sue me for child support but I would never see or know anything more about this kid - and she would never learn anything about me. Then she sarcastically wished me a good life, and from then on I never even heard from her again.I had already wondered about the veracity of what seemed to have happened in my relationship, but now I was questioning EVERYTHING. I doubted she had kept the child to full term and given birth; I even doubted that there was a pregnancy and abortion - though I could never be sure because I'd not gathered proof either way (I was young and inexperienced in this sort of stuff, so I didn't operate with my full logic potential in the moment). The fact that she used the name of my friend suggested to me that she was possibly hacking certain details of my online life or something - so again I changed my accounts and made sure to configure them as securely as possible (e.g. no links to the previous accounts, strong passwords, even set up a whole new main email address, etc.). At the same time though, I shuddered at the thought what if she's telling the truth? What if someday some female who looks kind of like a younger version of my ex approaches me and asks "Are you Jeremy Jameson?" and then reveals herself to be the daughter I doubted existed. I may never know. I'll deal with that to the best of my ability if / when it ever happens, but there's no reason to worry about it as long as it doesn't.I went through with my plan of transferring to WVSU, but ironically the month before I was to start my friend near there told me her whole family was moving to Detroit as her dad had taken a new job there. I was crushed but it was a little late to pull out and choose a different school now, so I went. I also got to meet this friend when she returned that year to visit some of her local friends - and to see me - but I already knew the potential to see each other regularly and develop a relationship was gone, we were already drifting apart online anyway, and when I met her in person I didn't find her all that attractive anyhow. Ah well, life has a way of upending our expectations sometimes. I failed out in one year at WVSU too (depression from being isolated from my family and mostly feeling "alone" on campus where I knew almost nobody but my roommate) and it's during that time that I met my future ex-wife online too, but that's a whole other story.To summarize, how I got through the aftermath of that breakup was staying busy. I dedicated myself to school during community college because 1. it felt like my last shot at a decent career, 2. I needed to feel like I was achieving something (and my parents were pressuring me in that area as well), and 3. I had to have hope that I could build a better life for myself in the future than I had in the past and present. Looking forward rather than back was how I made it out alive.Today I hardly ever think about that first "relationship" of mine. It feels like ancient history (I exaggerate, but feelings are rather subjective anyway) and as far as learning goes I gained / experienced a lot more from my failed marriage and its aftermath. But I remember well the pain - and then the numbness - that resulted from that first fiasco. Nowadays I'm hesitant of letting an online conversation steer towards the territory of romance (between me and the other person, that is) if they live far away. Distance matters a lot for frequency of spending time together, which to me is one of the keys to a successful relationships (read: I don't do well with LDRs). Asking / letting someone uproot their life to be near me feels so unreasonable / dangerous now - and I've concluded from both of my relationships that once I let sex get involved in the equation my capacity for keeping the purpose of the relationship in mind and considering its progress constructively and rationally falls apart. This would be fine if sex is introduced after major commitments are rationally made between me and my partner (in other words, after marriage) as my decision-making process at that point isn't misaligned with the purpose for the relationship. That all makes sense to me now much more than it did when I was abstractly taught by my parents and religious authorities to wait for sex until married.