Simon’s Science
Simon loved Science. He fell in love with it at a young age. He read all kinds of books about it. He went out and did his own exploring in nature. He bought his own Science equipment like telescopes and microscopes. He even did his own homemade experiments. He was more than a lover of it, he was a huge fan.
His friends encouraged him and said that what he really ought to do is get involved in the Science community. So he took a Science class at a local facility. At first, he loved it because he saw that there were more science lovers out there just like him. He loved being able to share his love and knowledge of Science with them and learn new things from them, as well.
But over time, he started to enjoy the class less and less. The teacher was harsh and questioned his commitment to Science if he ever missed a class. His classmates would sometimes gossip about him and judge him. They had no reason to, other than their jealousy of his passion and knowledge of Science. Simon grew discouraged with each passing day until finally he stopped going to class altogether after his classmates burned him during a chemical experiment. They said it was an accident but it only confirmed his feelings of rejection.
The class experience left Simon so wounded that he didn’t even want to think about Science anymore. Just looking at his telescope brought back memories of pain and rejection. It was hard now for him to separate his love for Science with the trauma of Science class. So he decided to put Science out of his mind...forever.
But passion is a funny thing. We can try to quench it, but it never really dies in the human heart. We may try to silence it, but it never stops singing it’s song inside us. It simply waits for us to awaken to it again.
And awaken it did inside Simon’s Science-loving heart. A meteor shower was said to take place. And his home, located on the side of a hill, was in the perfect place for Simon to view it. He knew this would be a phenomenal opportunity for him. But he also knew it would mean pulling out his old Science equipment. Just the thought of opening that closet door made his stomach ill. How could he face all those ‘skeletons’ in there? It was much easier for him to hide it all away, than deal with the painful memories. But when he heard another news report of this can-not-miss opportunity, Simon realized he just had to find the courage.
So he somehow mustered up enough strength to crack open the door. And when he did, out rolled a old grey compass. Now, it wasn’t just any compass. It was his first compass. In fact, it was a compass that his grandfather gave him when he was very young. It was the compass that sparked his very first love for Science.
Simon burst into tears at the sight of it. All his first love memories came rushing back to him as he picked it up and held it gingerly in his hand. His tears hit the face of the compass like rainfall, washing away the dirt and dust that had accumulated on it for the years it was put away into hiding.
“How could I have left you for so long?” Simon said to the compass. “How could I reject my First Love? Well, never again. Never again will I let this world get between me and the Science I love.”
His friends encouraged him and said that what he really ought to do is get involved in the Science community. So he took a Science class at a local facility. At first, he loved it because he saw that there were more science lovers out there just like him. He loved being able to share his love and knowledge of Science with them and learn new things from them, as well.
But over time, he started to enjoy the class less and less. The teacher was harsh and questioned his commitment to Science if he ever missed a class. His classmates would sometimes gossip about him and judge him. They had no reason to, other than their jealousy of his passion and knowledge of Science. Simon grew discouraged with each passing day until finally he stopped going to class altogether after his classmates burned him during a chemical experiment. They said it was an accident but it only confirmed his feelings of rejection.
The class experience left Simon so wounded that he didn’t even want to think about Science anymore. Just looking at his telescope brought back memories of pain and rejection. It was hard now for him to separate his love for Science with the trauma of Science class. So he decided to put Science out of his mind...forever.
But passion is a funny thing. We can try to quench it, but it never really dies in the human heart. We may try to silence it, but it never stops singing it’s song inside us. It simply waits for us to awaken to it again.
And awaken it did inside Simon’s Science-loving heart. A meteor shower was said to take place. And his home, located on the side of a hill, was in the perfect place for Simon to view it. He knew this would be a phenomenal opportunity for him. But he also knew it would mean pulling out his old Science equipment. Just the thought of opening that closet door made his stomach ill. How could he face all those ‘skeletons’ in there? It was much easier for him to hide it all away, than deal with the painful memories. But when he heard another news report of this can-not-miss opportunity, Simon realized he just had to find the courage.
So he somehow mustered up enough strength to crack open the door. And when he did, out rolled a old grey compass. Now, it wasn’t just any compass. It was his first compass. In fact, it was a compass that his grandfather gave him when he was very young. It was the compass that sparked his very first love for Science.
Simon burst into tears at the sight of it. All his first love memories came rushing back to him as he picked it up and held it gingerly in his hand. His tears hit the face of the compass like rainfall, washing away the dirt and dust that had accumulated on it for the years it was put away into hiding.
“How could I have left you for so long?” Simon said to the compass. “How could I reject my First Love? Well, never again. Never again will I let this world get between me and the Science I love.”
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