Author's Note: Just for the record, this is not "me" personally. Just
picture a random person writing in a journal or something along those
lines. I needed a break from my series, so I wrote something else for you
to enjoy. :) For all those waiting for my update on BTA2, don't worry, It
should be moving nicely this weekend.
**It begins***
There was once a small boy.
Tiny, helpless. He started out like any other boy. Though he had one trait that made him different then all the rest.
No one would ever know of his parents, nor would they grow to understand them. But that is besides that point.
He went to school, happy, strong willed, but oh wait, I have forgotten to mention his trait. He was a genius.
The kids in the school did not like this little boy. Nerd, fool, teacher's pet, all of these titles were given to him. Yet his mind and his heart were the same, but nobody saw this, all they saw was a boy who could out do them, make them show their true colors.
But even that is not the point my friends.
I tell you now that this little story reminds me of me. How? You say? Well I'm not finished...
One day the little boy entered his school, physics books in his right arm, his lunch bag in another. When he got to his locker, he found it destroyed, torn to pieces by unknown thieves. He looked around, puzzled and angry. He did nothing to the others, yet they tore him down. Why?
He was frustrated. He picked up his things, stuffed them into his locker and continued with his day.
The kids poked more fun at him. He became angry.
Did he go in and hurt others? Did he try to take revenge? No. He loved to study, and study made him feel more peaceful.
The next day, he came in and found that nothing had gone wrong, but the kids were so brutal toward him, he bit into a cake, pretending it was his misery.
That made him feel better.
Over time, he did this so much he gained weight, and that fueled the kids' savage ways. Soon, his elite knowledge in the field of science was no longer as interesting as his weight problem. The poor boy, all he wanted to do was become the best he could be. But now he was fat, and he isolated himself more and more....
The story continues my friend, though the details are not necessary. But many years later, this young boy was now a grown man. He is over weight, bald, and has a handle bar like mustache. His name is feared all around the world. But still, his genius continues to astound many.
It is sad, if only he had a little kindness, then perhaps things would be much different today. Cruelty goes so far, whether it be over looks or the mind itself.
My friends, look up now, and think as you watch a fat kid strolling by trying to get on with what he or she is doing. Watch their faces while others make terrible jokes. I tell you now, it could cause so much suffering in the end.
for you see that little boy in my story...
Was Doctor Julian Ivo Robotnik...
**It begins***
There was once a small boy.
Tiny, helpless. He started out like any other boy. Though he had one trait that made him different then all the rest.
No one would ever know of his parents, nor would they grow to understand them. But that is besides that point.
He went to school, happy, strong willed, but oh wait, I have forgotten to mention his trait. He was a genius.
The kids in the school did not like this little boy. Nerd, fool, teacher's pet, all of these titles were given to him. Yet his mind and his heart were the same, but nobody saw this, all they saw was a boy who could out do them, make them show their true colors.
But even that is not the point my friends.
I tell you now that this little story reminds me of me. How? You say? Well I'm not finished...
One day the little boy entered his school, physics books in his right arm, his lunch bag in another. When he got to his locker, he found it destroyed, torn to pieces by unknown thieves. He looked around, puzzled and angry. He did nothing to the others, yet they tore him down. Why?
He was frustrated. He picked up his things, stuffed them into his locker and continued with his day.
The kids poked more fun at him. He became angry.
Did he go in and hurt others? Did he try to take revenge? No. He loved to study, and study made him feel more peaceful.
The next day, he came in and found that nothing had gone wrong, but the kids were so brutal toward him, he bit into a cake, pretending it was his misery.
That made him feel better.
Over time, he did this so much he gained weight, and that fueled the kids' savage ways. Soon, his elite knowledge in the field of science was no longer as interesting as his weight problem. The poor boy, all he wanted to do was become the best he could be. But now he was fat, and he isolated himself more and more....
The story continues my friend, though the details are not necessary. But many years later, this young boy was now a grown man. He is over weight, bald, and has a handle bar like mustache. His name is feared all around the world. But still, his genius continues to astound many.
It is sad, if only he had a little kindness, then perhaps things would be much different today. Cruelty goes so far, whether it be over looks or the mind itself.
My friends, look up now, and think as you watch a fat kid strolling by trying to get on with what he or she is doing. Watch their faces while others make terrible jokes. I tell you now, it could cause so much suffering in the end.
for you see that little boy in my story...
Was Doctor Julian Ivo Robotnik...