This is a story about Alfred Nobel:
One morning in 1888, the inventor of dynamite, who had by then amassed a fortune manufacturing and selling weapons of destruction, awoke to read his obituary on the newspaper. Actually, it was his brother who had died, but a reporter mistakenly thought it was him and wrote his obituary. For the first time alfred nobel saw himself as the world saw saw him "the dynamite king" and nothing more. Nothing was mentioned about his efforts at breaking down barriers between people and ideas. He was simply a merchant of death, and he would be remembered for that alone. alfred was horrified. He resolved that the world would know the true purpose of his life. So he wrote a last will and testament and left his fortune to establish the most valued of all prizes: the Nobel Peace Prize. and the world has forgotten his dynamite legacy. story ends...