A short story about greed...

[medimus]

A very successful, career-oriented twenty-something was driving his prized possession, a $100,000 Porsche, one night when he had a terrible accident.  Hitting a patch of ice in the middle of a fast curve he flipped the car several times.  When the police arrived, he was walking around in a daze mumbling, "No, please, not my Porsche, not my Porsche".  The responding officer took one look at him and said, "Sir, we've got to get you to the hospital, you're bleeding very badly".  It was as if the young man didn't hear him, he just kept repeating, "Not my Porsche, not my Porsche".  Finally, the officer walked around him to check out all of his injuries.  He let out a scream, and yelled at the man, "we've got to get you to a hospital, sir!  Your left arm has been cut off in the accident!"  The man looked down at his missing arm and wailed, "NO!  Not my Rolex too!"