Resurrecting the Genius Within

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“Just because that student dresses nicer and appears cleaner, everyone believes him instead of me.

“Simply because it’s me, everything has to be exaggerated, and they drag me to the flagpole so everyone

can sec.

“Even though I’m quiet, they still find ways to mock and insult me to vent their frustrations.

“Compared to the damage Gideon has done, these things are minor and don’t bother me at all,” Joshua remarked with detachment.

Jim asked. “If it doesn’t matter, why bring it up?”

Joshua lapsed into a momentary silence, then continued, “When my mother refused to buy him alcohol. he tried to kill her with a knife. Instead, the blade struck me. At that point, although I was only seven years old, I was ready to be arrested and face execution, yet I wasn’t scared.”

Joshua detailed the hardships and abuse he endured throughout his life, such as domestic violence, school bullying, and societal dangers. He’d seen the worst of humanity from all sides.

Jim remained attentive in silence.

Joshua expressed, “Following my mother’s cremation. I pondered why not end Gideon’s life and then my

“I didn’t do it because she was with me. Later, her occasional messages kept me from going through with

it”

Jim said, “Throwing your life away for someone like that isn’t worth it. The tougher the journey, the more we should value ourselves.

transcends worth. Nonetheless, right now, it

she treats me well because of her friend and my brother, it doesn’t matter.

count

path. I believe your mother

Jim was holding and asked, “Did you overlook something

can tell you’re considering

the drawing, lost in thought.

the clock becoming louder,

uniquely

black hands, ticking slowly, one second at a

and looked

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glanced at the clock. “Four forty–two.”

and whispered, “It’s a nice day today. The breeze feels good.”

Jim agreed, “Indeed.”

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tell you a

things for the older son, but the brother was kind and shared with the younger. One day, the peasant woman changed. She released the disliked son and locked up the favoured one, giving all the good things to the younger, ignoring the older completely. Do you know why, Dr.

don’t you lie down and take a break?” Joshua’s voice was soft and soothing, like a

ticked

the reclining chair,

front of him, gently

eyes followed the watch,

silence, “Dr. Carter, what’s

“Jim… Carter.”