Just when the landscape looks darker than ever before, you learn of good people doing great things.

“I have always had an extreme sensitivity to inequality,” Ms. Gund says.

An extradorinaiy lady—and Museum of Modern Art, president emerita—Agnes Gund, has sold her prized 1962 Roy Lichtenstein “Masterpiece” for a whopping $150 million. She sold the piece, not because she needed the money, but because she is concerned about the future of six of her grand-children.

I won’t try to rewrite the story. The New York’s Times’ writer, ROBIN POGREBIN, has covered it perfectly.

I’ll just say thank you to a woman who believes in a better world and doesn’t just talk the talk. She more than walks the walk.

Here’s the story from The New York Times. And here’s the Lichtenstein painting that Gund sold to help create more just world for all of us and the generations to come.

Thank you, Agnes Gund.

By Stephen Brockelman

As a Sr. Writer at T. Rowe Price, I work with a group of the best copywriters around. We belong to the broader creative team within Enterprise Creative, a part of Corporate Marketing Services. _____________________________________________ A long and winding road: My path to T. Rowe Price was more twisted than Fidelity’s green line. With scholarship in hand, I left Kansas at 18 to study theatre in New York. When my soap opera paychecks stopped coming from CBS and started coming from the show’s sponsor, Proctor & Gamble, I discovered the power of advertising and switched careers. Over the years I’ve owned an ad agency in San Francisco; worked for Norman Lear on All in the Family, Good Times, Sanford and Son, and the rest of his hit shows; and as a member of Directors Guild of America, I directed Desi Arnaz in his last television appearance— we remained friends until his death. In 1988 I began freelancing full time didn’t look back. In January 2012 my rep at Boss Group called and said, “I know you don’t want to commute and writing for the financial industry isn’t high on your wish list, but I have a gig with T. Rowe Price in Owings Mills…” I was a contractor for eight months, drank the corporate Kool-Aid, became a TRP associate that August, and today I find myself smiling more often than not.

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