John was a genius. He had the highest IQ of anyone ever tested in our school. His teachers were so impressed they allowed him to skip a grade. Though small in stature, John’s brain scored a knockout against anyone he came in contact with.
John was the type who could spend fifteen minutes reading a television repair manual and immediately know how to completely take apart and reassemble all the parts. His future had scientist, doctor, nuclear physicist written all over it. Today he lives on skid row.
Growing up, John never received any wisdom or guidance. His father attended church, but spent every available moment working. John’s mother never attended church. She spent all her time talking on the phone or watching television. She fought constantly with John’s father. Their home was filled with screaming and tension.
Lacking guidance at home, John followed the path of countless other…
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