I was once again one of the youngest students in the school and in the short category. I was still skinny and immature by a lot of standards but I was starting to look more normal. One of my favorite pastimes when given free time was to go to the library to the reference area and the books of short sayings by famous writers, I could read some of them and was thrilled at their clever ways of wording wisdom. It reminded me of my Grandmother. In Jr High I had became aware of and practiced thinking without words, it was much faster and yielded better results, I was much less likely to forget my thoughts. But these famous people could put a lot of concepts into few words with varying interpretations. Oh, how I longed to be able to do the same. The library gave me hope.
I would sit outside the library on the benches in the large hall, it was two stories tall with a lot of cross beams and columns. It was there that a miracle happened. I did not realize how two dimensional my sight had been until this hall became three dimensional. I had an extremely good sense of balance, I had driven my bicycle all over town with Judy, I could run down the rail of railroad tracks with a pack on my back and not fall off, I could do geometry without remembering proofs from just the logic of space, but I had never felt 3-D. All of a sudden it was animated. It felt like I was sitting up on the beams, sliding down the angled ones, it was as if my hands were touching all of them all at once. Something in my brain had changed. When we went to the auditorium to listen to a concert every bar, beam, and object seemed animated and associated with a note or instrument in the orchestra according to it's shape and size. Life had gone from an unused coloring book of black and white to a full color Walt Disney world. My brain was putting things together, and it happened suddenly to my awareness. Was this how life should of appeared all along?
Another miracle was about to happen, and in the same spot, but another day, and it brought tears to my eyes.
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