“Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton asked why.”

~Bernard Baruch

Some of you might remember my good friend Lucas, though most of you probably will not.  The last time Lucas was here, his words were reviewed on eldietario and he got all giddy.  He’s been wanting to return ever since.

I keep telling Lucas he’s only ten years old, and should be directing attention elsewhere.  Attention, he said, is exactly what he wants.  The thing about Lucas is that he never tires of asking questions (his parents must not believe in baby talk), and wants to ask them in front of as many people as possible.

Though there are fewer readers of this blog than students at Abraham Lincoln K-8, the last time Lucas had them assembled in a single location, he was suspended for three straight days.  Without further ado, here’s Lucas.  I told him if today went well, he could come back and do it again.

Lucas Bright :  I Know I’m Special!

My name is Lucas Bright.  Grown-ups say I’m smart.  They taught me to ask questions.  I’m gonna go ahead and start.

Life can be confusing.  There are a million different rules, a million different lessons, and a million different schools.

The ones I find most baffling are those that don’t agree.  They make me feel like I must pull a five from only three.

Earth keeps whirling round and round.  Sometimes it’s overwrought, with six and one half billion of us, all with different thought.

I have never had a question that every one of us is equal, but I’d like to crawl out on a limb and hand that thought a sequel.

If NONE of us are stronger, then how can we give assistance, to those of us who life’s seen fit to offer some resistance?

Perhaps we all should work a bit toward changing this expression, and then we might be able to advance that old impression.

You see, special means exceptional – or better than the rest, but if everyone is special, that means that no one is the best.

Life’s colors aren’t that black and white, they’re really rich and vivid.  Now remember I am just a child, so PLEASE do not get livid.

But if someone knows they’re smarter and they know it from inside, is that the type of feeling that they should have to hide?

Why don’t we let them celebrate?  Let’s hear ‘em shout it loud.  Let them tell the world what makes them stand out in a crowd.

But there’s a cost to all the crowing, a piper they must pay.  When they get that they are gifted, they should build a brighter day.

It’s like when those who have large muscles help out those a little weak, or when those who have loud voices speak for those who cannot speak.

I know that we’re all even when it comes to being special, but is it fair to ask if we all share the same potential?

Now here’s the way I see it (keep in mind I’m just a kid, and despite my parent’s wishes, often speak without a lid).

If the world is filled by those who can, and those who can’t as well, then those who can should KNOW they can, then HELP OTHERS to excel.

No matter who you are, there’s always someone who is more.  If we recognize our cans and cant’s, then everyone can score.

I can help all those who need it.  Others can help me.  Like the waist and foot together are reliant on the knee.

So the next time someone says to me, “Hey Lucas, you’re so smart.”  I’ll be glad that we can tell our subtle differences apart.

It’s okay that we have them.  It’s okay they exist.  It’s not doing all we can with what we have we should resist.

Writer Dad (and Lucas)

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Please note:  Lucas Bright is not really ten years old, or even alive at all. He is purely a figment of Writer Dad’s imagination.  He has many adventures, and this isn’t the first one written, but it is the one where he explains where he is coming from.