When I was in eighth grade, I had this science teacher who graded on a curve. Not the make-it-easier way, but the make-it-harder way. All the grades were averaged together, and the majority of the class ended up with C’s, because, well, that was average. (So yes, if the whole class aced a test, then everyone was screwed.)
He had a son in our grade, a smart kid who was one of two “teacher’s kids.”
One day, the science teacher came into school looking rather… worn out and dazed. He sat us all down and explained that last night he’d won the Publisher’s Clearing- house Sweepstakes.
And turned it down.
TURNED IT DOWN.
He was at first met with skepticism, and after we were convinced, he was met with why the fuck did you turn a million dollars down?
He told us that he didn’t want his lifestyle to change. He had a job he loved, his wife was happy, his kids were happy, they had a nice house, and he didn’t want all that to change.
And so he turned it down.
(As a piece of side trivia, did you know that people are slightly more stressed out by coming into a lot of money than people who lose a lot of money?)
It just got me thinking, tonight. I would never turn down a million dollars. Even if I personally didn’t want it, there’s just so much good I could do with it. (I’d want it, but I’d share, LOL.)
Would you turn down a million bucks? What would you do with a million bucks?
And you know, no one ever asked the question that’s haunted me ever since:
If he didn’t want to win, why did he play?