Journal #42

Once upon a time there was a man who appeared to have it all. He had limitless money, due to wise investments and stocks, he had extremely good looks, a trophy wife and numerous good service awards and honorable mentions. He basically bought his good looks. Plastic surgery and the best physical trainer money could buy, helped him out a lot, along with hundred dollar hair products and pearly whitened teeth. His trophy wife was in it for the money. She was significantly younger than him, but was not bothered by it. She was too distracted with the fine jewelry and designer clothes he spoiled her with. Like I said, he had numerous good service awards, plaques, honorable mentions, etc. Whenever he heard of a crisis or community project, he would run right to the check book. His check book had gold lining and held a solid gold pen. He was famous for it. He did not write the checks out of sincerity though. Oh no, that was not his style. What he felt rewarded from was the newspapers and recognition of how "charitable" he was. He was so self-centered and only donated to help his own image. When asked if he wanted to volunteer to help rebuild a neighbor's home who had burnt down, he simply gives a prideful smile and pulls out his gold lined check book. Then of course reaps the praise of his good doings. Everyone knows he was not sincere with his donations, but how could you argue when he gives so much? Some newspapers even refer to him as a "hero". A real hero would be giving for the right reasons.