And the teacher said: every one of you is unique. There is nobody out there that is just the same as you. God made you special, just one "you" exists. People may look like you, people may have the same dreams, same goals, they might do the same jobs, but still you are unique. No one is exactly the same.
And the kids laughed, they knew this all along. They knew they were unique, their parents already told them this. Since they were five or younger they knew nobody was like them. That they could do what they wanted and become anything if they just gave it their all. So nobody cared about the teacher, nobody even discussed things with her. And the teacher accepted and was glad they all knew they were unique.
One day, when the teacher gave her speech, a little boy raised his hand. The teacher asked him if he needed something, never did anyone raise his/her hand during this typical speech. Perhaps he was sick, needed to go outside for a minute? The kid said all he wanted to do was raise a question. And a little surprised, the teacher gave him permission to do so. "Do you really believe we are all unique?" - he asked. The teachers eyes stared through the room and her mouth fell open. All kids laughed, what a weird question was that. Everyone knows the answer, crazy boy!
"Off course I believe that we are all unique, and it's not a believe little boy, I just know it. To decide if it's God that made you unique or evolution, that is up to you, we are all free in that. So, can I go on with the class?"
The little boy didn't bother in getting into this issue deeper and nodded to her, and while she continued her speech, every word she said made him realise he was not unique at all. Sure, he was unique in a way that every animal, every sheet, every drop of rain was unique. But to be free, to become anything he wanted, no that would never happen. He could become the best doctor in the world, the best accountant, the best lover, the best dancer, but he could never become unique. He would always remain human. And even if he turned out to be a halfgod, still there would be other halfgods, so he was not unique.
This thought didn't sadden him, it was just a realisation. And he saw the other kids, his friends, the beautiful girl in the class, all just accepting the tale of every individual being unique. And he felt sorry for them, and he would not ruin their lives by making them realise how dumb they all were. He knew he had an advantage at knowing this at only 14 years old, the others would find out some day, at 50, 60 or when lucky at 30 years old. And for them the shock would create doubts and darkness, while he -Fonchito- would just live on and think 'at least you dumb people had a childhood free of worries'.
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