One of the most powerful rich men in Brazil made an announcement. He announced that he will be burying his million dollar rare Bentley car in the ground so that he could drive it even in his afterlife. This received a lot of media attention and some even criticized him for wasting such a rare and precious commodity as he can donate it for charity. Even after much criticism he received, he went on with the ceremony on the decided date. Media was present there to cover that event. Ground was prepared for the burial of his Bentley. Just moments before lowering that car into the ground, he declared that he wouldn’t bury his car. People present there were confused and questioned his announcement. Just then he told everyone about his real motive for creating all the buzz and drama was to create awareness among people about Organ Donation.. He said, “People condemn me because I wanted to bury a million dollar Bentley, in fact most people bury something a lot more valuable than my
Great Depression folktale of a mysterious forest creature protecting a widow and her family from the frightening depths of Tennessee logging country. My mother and father were both scholarly people hailing from totally opposite lineages. My father was Scotch-Irish and my mother was American Indian and French Canadian. The first childhood memories I can recall is in 1935 living in New York City. I was only 5 years of age but can still recall the difficult times. My father was educated at Harvard Business School and had previously worked on Wall Street as an advisor to New York’s’ elite. The stock market crash that began the Great Depression displaced him from his aforementioned career. When my parents met in 1929, he was teaching finance at New York University. His parents had just passed away 1 year apart from each other in 1924. He was the younger of 2 children and his older sister had been committed to Bellevue 12 years ago. My mother was an intelligent and attractive, young studen