The Senile Man.

Once there was a scientist. One day he thought about putting together some sort of chemical formula to make a potion to create the worlds best cure for war. He wanted to be recognized as the worlds most remarkable scientist who ended all the wars in the world. He thought that this chemical would give him and everyone else the power to stop all the wars. Who would have thought that behind those small old eyes he was planning something big. He went by the name of Benjamin Fullerton, a very old man with a weak memory. He did not have white hair for he was bald, neither did he have a secret laboratory. What he did have was an old basement at home. He lived with his old wife Margaret and she left him alone in that small dusty basement because she believed every man needed his space. One day Margaret decided to work up the courage to ask her husband Benjamin what he was working on in that basement. "I am a scientist Margaret, I seek to understand. I find solutions to problems. I have came to a realization that you cant win the war. You have to change the war into something else entirely or you have to find a way to make sure there isn't a war in the first place. I plan to solve the worlds problems with a chemical which I shall make into a potion...that I am creating in the basement" Margaret couldn't help but smile at the idea, "Oh Ben you don't need a chemical formula, you don't need any test tubes, and you certainly don't need a potion but you certainly are right about everything else dear." Benjamin looked at his wife with fascination and curiosity in his eyes, "What do I need Margaret?"
"Oh Benjamin it is because of your old age that you are forgetting... the world could have the most complicated war but the solution is very simple. All you need is love...someone out there has to care enough to give lots of love and nobody should ever forget that." Benjamin sighed, and began to walk towards the old basement. He began to hum a familiar tune. Apparently he had forgotten his conversation with Margaret. As he made his way down the steps he sang, "What is love..love baby don't hurt me...don't hurt me no more." His wife Margaret died twenty years ago in a war.