Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The Nobel peace prize

One morning in 1888,  Alfred Nobel was quite surprised to read his own obituary in a French newspaper.  Obviously, it was a journalistic mistake.  One of his brothers had died, and a careless reporter had used a prewritten obituary of the wrong man. But as he read, Nobel was shocked and deeply disturbed to learn what the world really thought of him.  He was seen simply as the dynamite king, the merchant of death, who had amassed a great fortune out of explosives.  Nobel had hoped his inventions would be useful to people and to nations. At that moment, Alfred Nobel resolved to show the world the true purpose of his life.  He revised his will so that his fortune would be dedicated to the recognition of great creative achievements  with the highest award going to those who had done the most for world peace.  Today, we all associate him with the Nobel Peace Prize.

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