A hurricane blew across the Caribbean. It didn't take long for the
expensive yacht to be swamped by high waves, sinking without a trace. There
were only two survivors: the boat's owner
Dr. Eskin and the steward
Benny. Both managed to swim to the closest island. After reaching the
deserted strip of land, the steward was crying and very upset that they would
never be found. The other man was quite calm, relaxing against a
tree.
"Dr. Eskin, Dr. Eskin, how can you be so calm?" cried the Benny.
"We're going to die on this lonely island. We'll never be discovered
here."
"Sit down and listen to what I have to say, Benny," began the
confident doctor. "Five years ago I gave the United Way $500,000 and another
$500,000 to the United Jewish Appeal. I donated the same amounts four years
ago. And, three years ago, since I did very well in the stock market, I
contributed $750,000 to each. Last year business was good again, so the two
charities each got a million dollars."
"So what?" shouted
Benny.
"Well, it's time for their annual fund drives. They'll find
me."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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