This is the story of a NewYork drunkard, Dustin Dibble, age 25. Why am I calling him a drunkard. Just because of jealousy. One night he drank, lost consiousness, fell in front of a subway train, got his leg severed and now he gets a compensation of $2.33 million from the MTA which makes him a millionaire. This is the story of sheer luck in disguise.
If I were offered such amount, I would have jumped from the leaning tower of Pisa. But this is injustice on the part of the attorney, who ruled the case in favor of the drunkard. I felt the reason was funny. It says that since the driver of the train didn't stop the train before hitting Mr. Dustin even though he had time, the judgement goes in Dustin's favor. But come on who expects a living being to sit on the rails in the night unless he wants to commit suicide, or something else like that...
Source::CNN
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