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Subject: +*+*+*+ Solomon's Private File #5 "Humor Is REALLY Your Friend" +*+*+*+
Date: Fri, 06 Mar 2015 18:05:00 -0500
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Solomon's Private File #5
These stories about Stephen and Solomon take place starting in
1950's. Stephen wrote about his life in letters to a penpal, and then
in a secure blog, in case he lost his memory again, in the master
computer in his school for gifted students, which he started attending
in 2016 in a new incarnation, until his death. Now his son Solomon is
attending the same school, and is writing in his own secure blog for
his future incarnations.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Solomon is 11 in this story, in the Spring of 2037.
Solomon's Private File #5 "Humor Is REALLY Your Friend"
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I'm 11 now. I feel older than before I came to school, but I don't
hear my joints creek any more than usual. I have extra sensitive
hearing like my father, but smaller ears. There are other physical
differences. I'm stronger and much faster than anybody here. I'm trying
to keep them from noticing that too much. I can see better, too. My
psionic senses are better than everybody who's not an Adept, and better
than some of them, too. That REALLY surprised me.
Eli teaches religion. I found it very interesting in how it works
with psychology and sociology. I told him that. after class. He said,
"Did you know your father wrote a paper on that? We use a lot of it in
teaching. Want a crystal?" I said, "Yes, please!" He grinned, and one
appeared in his hand. He must have asked for it from the library. I
said, "Thanks. He wrote very well! Easy to understand on different
levels." He said, "But I haven't given it to you yet!" I said "Er,
oops?" He tried not to smile, and said, "How?" I said, "I can read it
from here." He said, "Have you been doing it that way for long?" I
said, "First time. I was so eager, I reached out for it, and what was
in it came to me like a lost puppy." The feelings from him were a mix
of amazement and laughter. I just HAD to poke him, and he laughed. I
said, "Good. Got it out of you. Fell better?" He laughed some more. He
said, "Hawk told me you have your father's humor. You don't. It's all
your own. I like it a lot. Thanks." I said, "You're the one he made the
saying for of humor being a friend?" He said, "Yes." I said, "He likes
YOUR humor a lot. Your complement means a LOT to me!" I hugged him hard
with love.
I got the feelings of surprise and awe from him. I let go, and he
said, "Same for your hug with love. Different but great. I see I've
embarrassed you. I think you're going to have to work on that." I said,
"That's old news. In progress, but thanks." He nodded, and said, "You
are the second of us to read crystals remotely. Your father was the
first. You should tell Pete. Every time you discover a new ability,
actually. Want to know why?" I said, "I can think of some, but I think
there is one I wouldn't have, for you to ask that." He grinned, and
said, "Smart! It's for missions. We need to know what talents are
available in case they are needed on a mission. I don't know what
mission would need that one, but it REALLY doesn't hurt to be prepared
for the unexpected." I said, "Right. I agree. Good reason. Should we do
it together now?" He grinned, and said, "I'd like that."
I said to Pete, "You didn't say wow. Not even a little one?" He had
to laugh. So did Eli. I said, "I've got more abilities. Should I tell
you them, too?" He was going to ask Eli to leave. I said, "Can Eli
stay? I like him a lot. He's got funny feelings, and we like humor
together." I said to the embarrassed Eli, "Ha! I can do the embarrass
thing, too!" He laughed. We hugged. He said, "I'll give a wow to that!"
I made a face at Pete, and he laughed. Then he was amazed when I gave
him a list of my abilities. He knew I was strong, but not THAT strong,
and he was astounded by my use of Ki. I lifted myself right off of my
chair with it. That earned a big "Wow!" I said, "Well, that took a bit
of work!" They both were too shocked to laugh like they were supposed
it. I told them that, which brought them out of shock.
Pete said, "I see it now. Do you, Eli?" He said, "I do. He's using
humor to defuse tense situations and to deflect embarrassment, and he
really enjoys it." Pete said, "And doing it better than his father did
in both lives, as a child." I said, "Wow! Yes, I can say that, too."
They nodded their grins. Eli took me by the shoulders and said,
"Remember this. People are going to be comparing you to your father
your whole life. You'll have to live with it, but believe me, you are
NOT him at all. You are your OWN very good person. You may have the
same abilities, but who you are is very different, and in my admittedly
biased opinion, just as good in your own way. Never forget that!" We
hugged with a lot of love, and some tears. Pete said, "I agree."
Pete said, "Want some news about your education?" I said, "Sure.
Please." He said, "You have two Bachelor's degrees, each a double
major; BS in Math and Physics, and BA in Fine Arts and Education. I
expect by the end of this term, you will have an MBA, and Master's in
those undergraduate majors, and in biology and neuropsychology." I
said, "So that's why you had me teach those classes." He nodded, and
said, "You did well. So well, in fact, we'd like you to continue if you
are willing and can spare the time." I said, "Alright, until I can
squirt. I wouldn't want to miss the recesses then." They tried not to
laugh, and he tried to agree, but couldn't make a useful sound. I said,
On the way back to class, Eli said to me, "Humor is for sharing. Can
I do that with yours to your parents?" I said, "Sure. Anything. I can't
imagine anything I would want to hide from them, as long as they don't
get too pushy about it when I'm in the middle of sexplay." He chuckled,
and said, "I'll keep that in mind. I just sent them my memories of your
humor, including your last comment. They are laughing up a storm. You
KNOW what Hawk is doing!" I laughed, and he said, "Right!"
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