I always wanted to help people, to change the world. Winning the lottery allowed me to do just that. The only catch was that I couldn't tell anyone. Not a single soul could know I'd won. So I created a pen name, a dummy email account, and a dummy bank account. Nothing could be traced back to me.

I achieved the quiet, solitary life that I wanted but I still had millions left over. I've spent the last four years anonymously donating money to find cures for rampant diseases, helping people get any help they need, and funding projects that help heal the world rather than destroy it. No one knew it was me. People would send thank you letters to a PO Box that I had set up under my pen name.

Finally, my money was dwindling. All I had left was enough to live on. Though I don't have long to live. Not anymore. While I spent my fortune helping others and the world, I got sick. The doctors told me it was curable, easy to manage. I didn't care though. I wanted to do what I could for the world and if that meant spending money on other people instead of myself then so be it.