C.V. Short Story #` The beneficent old man walked through the soothing sand in the coastal beach near his home. While the cool sand caressed his feet, his mind wandered thinking back to his anything but chaste life. Growing up, he had one particularity which was his best friend. Some called the particularity prescience. Others called it an oracular particularity. He preferred to call it sagacity. When he was a young man, he won a bounty for finding a lost child by using his particularity. He was always compassionate toward others. This caused him to use his money to become a philanthropist. With great promptitude, he walked into meetings with several charities in order to donate. He felt great about the fact he was able to succor so many different organizations. He had never done anything with such alacrity in his life! He ameliorated plenty of lives, which is something he felt proud of. All of the charities treated him with great civility. After people around town heard what had gone on in his life, they began to treat him politically. People, who weren’t responsive before, became, and the young man didn’t appreciate that. But since he always had great rectitude, he treated everyone the way they treated him. Most people did not act prudently, for they were only interested in his money. What they didn’t know is that the young man was frugal in his financial matters. All he ever bought for himself was a scintillating vase. Other than that, he was always proffering to people who needed help. Looking back, the old man was proud of his life as a young man. He smiled to himself and continued on in the path of life.