chapter 1:MY BIRTH

"As I emerged into the world, the cold air hit me like a slap in the face. The wind howled outside, mirroring the chaos within the hospital walls. The sound of nurses rushing to and fro, their footsteps echoing down the corridors, created a sense of urgency. And then, there was my cry – a piercing wail that announced my arrival.

My mother would later tell me that I cried for a week straight, only taking a break to catch my breath. It was as if I knew that my life was about to become a journey of discovery, one that would take me through the highest highs and the lowest lows.

This is where my story begins – in the midst of chaos, with a cry that echoed through the hospital halls. My name is John, and this is my journey."

"From the moment I was born, my life took an extraordinary path. Being born was the only ordinary thing that ever happened to me. I was never like others; I was different, and it had a profound impact on me. But as a child, I didn't understand what was happening or why I felt so unique. All I knew was that it made me sad, and I often found myself alone.

Despite the struggles, my intellect and curiosity shone bright. I had an insatiable interest in science, which became my escape and passion. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of an extraordinary journey that would unravel the mysteries of my differences and change my life forever."

"My mom was always my number one supporter. She constantly told me I was special when I was little, and I cherished her words. However, my teachers would often make comments that I misunderstood. They would say things like, 'You're a special kind of child,' because I was advanced for my age and often knew more than my teachers. But at the time, I took their words the wrong way, feeling like I didn't fit in or was somehow strange. Despite my mom's encouragement, the comments from my teachers left me feeling like an outsider."

"I was always a respectful child, and my mother did her best to raise me. As I grew older, my curiosity and interests became apparent. I developed a passion for inventing machines and studying chemicals, which made learning exciting for me. However, my enthusiasm and advanced knowledge often led my teachers to remark, 'You're not normal.' I heard this phrase so frequently - over a hundred times, it seemed - that it became an ingrained belief, shaping my self-perception."

"As I grew older, the label 'not normal' became a constant companion, echoing in my mind like a refrain. I struggled to shake it off, to prove to myself and others that I was more than just a peculiar child. I threw myself into my studies, determined to make a name for myself in the world of science and invention. And yet, despite my successes, the doubt lingered, a nagging voice that whispered 'you're not like others' whenever I dared to dream big.

"I was determined to make my mother proud, but the pressure to conform to expectations was suffocating. Everyone assumed that because I was smart, I must be a bookworm with no interest in anything else. But the truth was, I loved music, art, and laughter just as much as science and math. I longed to express myself, to let loose and have fun, but I felt like I had to choose between being smart and being social. As I struggled to find my place, I began to realize that my differences weren't just about being smart - they were about seeing the world in a unique way, a way that blended art and science, creativity and logic. And I knew that I had to find a way to embrace all of myself, not just the parts that others expected me to."

"As I grew older, I developed a passion for everything I did. My mom was already proud of me, but I wanted to do more to support her. She worked tirelessly, and I didn't like seeing her exhausted. One day, an idea struck me - what if I wrote novels? It was a great idea! I began writing, and although I was good at it, it didn't diminish my love for science. I was still very young, but I was writing prolifically, and luckily, my work sold out. I was able to help my mother with the bills, and my teachers were astonished that I had written such great stories.

On a Saturday, while I was studying at home, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find my schoolmate and his father. They wanted to talk to my mother, so I called her and left them in the living room while I returned to my room to study. My schoolmate joined me and asked what I was working on. I told him I was just studying, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to their visit. I asked him why they were there, and he replied that his father had liked my stories and wanted to meet me. I was still confused, but I didn't press the issue.

"Later, we heard his father calling him, and they left. I immediately went to my mother and asked her about the purpose of their visit. She explained that he loved my stories and wanted to offer me a contract to write for his firm, which would distribute my work worldwide. I asked if she had accepted the offer, and she replied that it was my decision to make, not hers. She wanted us to discuss it together before making any decisions.

After thinking about it, I told my mother I was willing to accept the offer. She called him the next morning, and soon, boxes filled with gifts to aid my writing arrived. I wrote a thank-you letter to him, and it marked the beginning of a new chapter in my writing journey. It was a good step for me, and I was excited to see where this opportunity would lead."