Once, there was a man who was pure. His heart was kind and genlte, and his mind was never distracted or currupted. A truly kind spirit he was. 
 
     He heard of a contest that a rather rich person was holding in an urban parkinglot not far from where he lived. He stopped by to see what it was all about. The man that was hosting the contest offered up one thousand dollars to whom ever could lay on the ground and urinate straight up intp the air without it coming back on them. A rather dumb contest, the man thaught. Though, the prize money he could use to help feed the homeless, or donate it to a cause like curing a disease, or protecting nature. "I'll do it" the man said to himself. He watched a handful of compeditors attempt it. They all did nearly the same; drop their garments to their knees or ankles, lay on the concrete, holding their genitalia in their hand to aim, then pushing as hard as they can so that none hits them. Though, they all fail. The stream always pours back on either their face or chest. The man could not help but chuckle at a few of them, how they leaped in disgust at the toutch of their urine. 
Finally, the man stopped watching and walked up to the one hosting this contest. "I volenteer to try this contest" said the man. "Well, you are welcome to try your best" said the contest holder with a laugh. "I will not fail like these other men" "what makes you believe that?" "because... Unlike them, I do not want the money for greed, but to help those in need of it". The man holding the contest began laughing harder. "Get in line" he said, pointing at a group of men in single file.
The man walked to the other men in line and stood behind them, watching and waiting patiently for his turn. One after another, all the men did the same thing, over and over.

     Finally, it was the mans turn. He did not want the money for himself, he wanted it to help others. That was his driving force. He droped his pants, lied down on the ground with his member in hand. He aimed straight up, and just as he started to urinate, a strong wind blew between the buildings carrying his stream away from him and towards the men who failed because they competed for greed. They jumped out of the way as fast as they could, already shamed by wet marks they made themselves. The man stood up proudly, walked over tot he contest holder and asked politely for his money due. The man who held the contest hesitantly handed over the money. The kind hearted man walked away, triumphant. 

     The first thing he did was walk to the orphanage and donate it all. He knew that the universe was on his side, and that is all he needed. Victory shines on those who desurve it.