The journalist was feeling a bit uncomfortable. It is not every day that you can stay in the presence to a man that could go from rag to riches 3 times in the row. And was being right every time on the shares market prediction. And didn't have an interview in the last 30 years.

- Hello, nice to meet you!

- Nice to meet you, mister G.!

- So, usually i do not talk to the press, but i like your articles, so i will answer you to one question. Make it count!

-So, mister G, please tell me how you think about starting this charity that help young genius?

- It is funny that you ask, as i can see that you benefit from it. Your IQ is 154, i presume?

- 152, you we're close.

- So, i promise you a story. I presume that you already know that i like to volunteer to work in different respite centers every Friday. 32 years ago i was doing my usual shift, and i was working with some random Asian guy. At least that's what i was thinking. I used to work with him before, he was familiar to me. We did our work as usual. And we were leaving to go home.

- You know something about the way you react sometimes, he told me. As my favorite poet said:

“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

- Rumi, i said. And was his turn to be surprised. 

We talked about for long time. From Rumi we went to Shams i Tabrizi, from there to Tagore, Mircea Eliade, religions and different ways to reach perfection. And in the end i recognized him as a member of the White Brotherhood. He was one of us. One of the few. And even funnier, he was a billionaire. Like me. Working undercover. After we talk about couple of times we were thinking about how to help the young genius. And so this charity started. This is the story.