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Chapter 8

Secret’s Out

What’s the Holdup?

“Dad, have you deposited the trust fund check?”

“I know the impending foundation is losing valuable interest every day I procrastinate, but I’m extremely uncomfortable showing up at the bank with such an enormous amount of money. It will stir up tremendous controversy. I can’t trust anyone to keep it secret. Thankfully, it’s a cashiers check, and the donor’s name will remain anonymous as Mr. Waits requested,” Craig explained, doing his best to justify the cause for delaying.

“You aren’t planning to relinquish your teaching position.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll remain here at Standard until you and Monique complete your doctorate degrees. Then we must fulfill our destiny and Jason’s vision. We’ve all the necessary resources; there’s no reason or excuse to hesitate. My design is a little bit different from Jason’s, but the same impact and end result. It might take more than our lifetimes to fully accomplish, but the basis will be in place before we pass away. For the time being, you and Monique must concentrate on completing your studies. It will help both of you nurture your latent spirituality, and be more practical human beings. One more thing, I’m going to form the trust in both our names. Just in case something unexpected happens to me, you’ll be able to, seamlessly, take over.”

“I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and mother, just as I did Jason. I recognize it was just a dream, never the less, I’ll continue my vigilance just in case.”

What a Disaster!

The next morning, Jeffrey and his father entered Bank of Emerica, the financial institution they chose upon arrival.

“Good morning Dr. Causgood, how may I assist you?” Ms. Mouthie, their account executive, inquired.

“I’ve a rather large sum of money I’d like to deposit. It must, however, remain confidential,” Craig insisted.

“Just how large might that be?” she asked, sporting a curious look.

“This big!”

Reaching into one of his pockets, he pulled out the cashiers check, and sheepishly handed it to her.

“Oh my Gosh!”

Those were the last words she uttered before her legs buckled, and began to faint. Anticipating her reaction, Craig quickly rushed to support her sagging body until he could place her limp torso in the nearest chair. It was more than obvious to all the other bank personnel something extraordinary had just taken place. Many of her nosy co-workers came rushing to the scene. It was just the nightmare Craig and Jeffrey hoped to avoid; it was too late.

“What seems to be the problem?” Mrs. Overseer, the bank’s manager, questioned.

She took a quick glance at the check Craig retrieved from Ms. Mouthie’s flaccid hand, and (to no one’s surprise) she, too, began to collapse. This time it was Jeffrey’s turn to grab her falling frame and assist her to another nearby chair in the office. It was now evident to everyone at the bank what just transpired.

The next day, everybody on the planet knew about it. The headline in all the national newspapers, TV stations, and internet sites read: Standard professor makes a two billion bollar deposit at Bank of Emerica. Dr. Causgood stunned the employees at his local bank while attempting to deposit such an enormous cashiers check and establish a foundation. He refused to identify the source. He did, however, reveal it was intended to start a trust fund to improve the entire world’s capacity to live peacefully. He, also, disclosed it was his decision how to deploy it, with no parameters or strings attached.

With all that unwarranted publicity, he was, now, a marked man. At the very least, he would field intense pressure from the overtures of parties he didn’t even know. He would be the target of every scam known to man. Such was the plight of anyone with philanthropic ideas and ideals. Now that the secret was out, Craig and the rest of his family would never be able to live a normal existence. Jeffrey’s father, however, philosophized it served no logical purpose regretting this unfortunate circumstance attached to such a magnificent gift.

That same day, Dr. Loveless, the dean of the philosophy department, approached him.

“Congratulations on your newly found wealth. I expect your enormous prosperity won’t prevent you from honoring your contract?”

“I realize it might sound like I struck it rich, but that donation isn’t mine, nor will I use the money for any other purpose than what it was meant . I’m only the guardian and manager of it. The funds will be used to initially assist the less fortunate and then uplift the deteriorating mentality of the entire planet.”

“Do you have an approach?” the dean, curiously, questioned.

“I do, but it’s complicated. It might take all the financial resources and generations of education, but it will, eventually, succeed.”

“Why bother, if you won’t live to witness the ultimate results?” Loveless inquired.

“Someone has to do something without delay before it’s too late to turn the tide. For much too long, mankind has been hurtling down a one-way street at warp speed on a path of destruction. Yet, it refuses to recognize the obvious signs pointing it in the opposite direction.”

“It’s already too late,” claimed Dean Loveless.

“Pessimism is never part of a solution; recognizing the obstacle to overcome is always the first step in solving any crisis.”

“It could prove perilous,” warned Loveless.

“My family and I are prepared to make all the necessary sacrifices. It will be even more hazardous to the well being of Bearth if we decide to ignore it.”

“Good luck! I’ve a great deal of respect for your ideals, and admire your courage.”