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Have you ever wanted to be special, to be somehow different from how you seem to be? Why or why not? If you were to become (or have become) special, how would you like your life to change?
When I was a kid I used to wish some stranger would come and tell me my family wasn't really my family. They weren't bad people, they were just insignificant and I wanted to be different; special. I wanted to change. A new name, a new life. But the watchmaker's son became a watchmaker.
It was so futile that I wanted to be important.
Everything changed the day Chandra Suresh walked into my store, telling me that I was in fact important; special. For the first time in my life the longing controlling my body was not just idle hope for something that was never going to happen. I had always known I was special and I was no longer alone with this thought.
I read all 465 pages of Activating Evolution in the days that followed. No I didn't just read them, I devoured them--my eager mind digesting every word of every sentence and with each that entered my head my life started to make more sense. This book was about me; I had finally found confirmation of my feelings and a new, better purpose in life.
I still had a long way to go. Though I was certain Suresh had made the right choice to come to me, he slowly but noticeably started to show signs of doubt. The one man that had ever understood the strong desire I've had to be special, the one man that believed in me, was giving up. I couldn't let that happen. No matter what it would take I would prove to him he had been right; that I was right.
So I took the address of someone else from the list, Brian Davis. I needed to meet him, see for myself why he was so important. Why he was supposedly so much better than me. And when I finally laid my eyes upon him everything fell into place. The solution to Suresh's problem proved to be far more simple than could be expected and I had found it. Me, a watchmaker's son, had found the answer to a scientific question a geneticist failed to discover.
It wasn't about having something the insignificant people don't have, on contrary, it's missing something--a flaw in the design of human beings. Brian Davis was broken and I was the only one who could fix him. He begged me to help him after all and all I did was obey his request.
I knew it would be hard for Chandra to comprehend this answer though. All these years he'd been searching for that extra something that made these chosen people special where now it turned out the opposite was the case. I decided to not tell him what I had seen. All I ever wanted was to be acknowledged as special and there were now other ways I could reach this goal. And Chandra would have finally found prove for his theories; he'd no longer be known as the once brilliant professor who had lost mind while trying to tell the world about seemingly foolish theories. It was a win-win situation.
Since then my life has changed drastically. I have a new name, new priorities, a new goal. I still fix things, there just not watches anymore. What I do now is much more important than that. After all, I am special.
When I was a kid I used to wish some stranger would come and tell me my family wasn't really my family. They weren't bad people, they were just insignificant and I wanted to be different; special. I wanted to change. A new name, a new life. But the watchmaker's son became a watchmaker.
It was so futile that I wanted to be important.
Everything changed the day Chandra Suresh walked into my store, telling me that I was in fact important; special. For the first time in my life the longing controlling my body was not just idle hope for something that was never going to happen. I had always known I was special and I was no longer alone with this thought.
I read all 465 pages of Activating Evolution in the days that followed. No I didn't just read them, I devoured them--my eager mind digesting every word of every sentence and with each that entered my head my life started to make more sense. This book was about me; I had finally found confirmation of my feelings and a new, better purpose in life.
I still had a long way to go. Though I was certain Suresh had made the right choice to come to me, he slowly but noticeably started to show signs of doubt. The one man that had ever understood the strong desire I've had to be special, the one man that believed in me, was giving up. I couldn't let that happen. No matter what it would take I would prove to him he had been right; that I was right.
So I took the address of someone else from the list, Brian Davis. I needed to meet him, see for myself why he was so important. Why he was supposedly so much better than me. And when I finally laid my eyes upon him everything fell into place. The solution to Suresh's problem proved to be far more simple than could be expected and I had found it. Me, a watchmaker's son, had found the answer to a scientific question a geneticist failed to discover.
It wasn't about having something the insignificant people don't have, on contrary, it's missing something--a flaw in the design of human beings. Brian Davis was broken and I was the only one who could fix him. He begged me to help him after all and all I did was obey his request.
I knew it would be hard for Chandra to comprehend this answer though. All these years he'd been searching for that extra something that made these chosen people special where now it turned out the opposite was the case. I decided to not tell him what I had seen. All I ever wanted was to be acknowledged as special and there were now other ways I could reach this goal. And Chandra would have finally found prove for his theories; he'd no longer be known as the once brilliant professor who had lost mind while trying to tell the world about seemingly foolish theories. It was a win-win situation.
Since then my life has changed drastically. I have a new name, new priorities, a new goal. I still fix things, there just not watches anymore. What I do now is much more important than that. After all, I am special.
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