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Bud shifted in his seat. He always felt uncomfortable with recognition: he preferred to give things anonymously. But giving fourteen million dollars to a hospital ward was impossible to hide. He looked around, trying to focus on the future work of the AIDS wing. He smiled as he imagined that his mother and father would have been proud to see him give so generously. The thought took him back fifty years earlier, when he had been a young boy. His parents did not have much, but they always had enough to help others.