It was nighttime in Dubai as Jacob dragged his weary body from the hotel back to the airport.

As he was flying economy this time, he was left sitting at the hard bench near the boarding terminal, waiting for it to open.

While he waited, his heart was torn as he tapped into the website of the Aurous Hill Charity Fund, found their donation account, and wired the entire 300 thousand he had made over to them.

He had picked the Aurous Hill Charity Fund because the circles of antique collectors in