Early on, during this journey called "life", one fundamental fact was realized. That is the victors and conquerors write history. So, in a very true sense, "history" is simply "his story". Firstly, it probably paints a favorable portraiture of "him", "his" contributions, and "his" decisions. Thus, "he" will be seen as faultless and fruitful. And, the "official" account given of history might not perfectly correspond with the actual events as they truly occurred. Surprisingly, this was uncovered "late" in life at about the age of ten. When, the wool parted before these eyes. And, a clearer view of this dynamic of human life was met. Seeing that, by that age, some significant contributions had been made by sharing a few novel insights. Like, a lad shared a few fish and barley loaves and let GOD provide the increase.
This personal insight was shared with a parent along with a personally spawned proverb. Which is very true claim. Whether, the wise saying also is ancient or not.
Simply put, it was this. "When, lions have historians. Hunters will cease being heroes." It was shared with that parent that we should share that saying claiming that it was a ancient African proverb and see if it catches on. And, it did. Unless, it was truly a proverb that had been shared by many African griots for centuries. It is basically common-sense. As, were the vast majority of insights shared over the years that have become successful, innovative, and international products and research projects.
Paul, the for Saul of Tarsus, told Timothy that he should not let any man despise him simply because he was young. Consider how GOD work through young David for the saving of a nation.
The reason why these personal insights proliferated is unknown. From, what might be recalled. A couple of key events arose. Where a contact might have been established. Who might have furthered these insights. When, they were passed on by parents.
And, seeing that, life has never provided any offspring. This might be something that parents do. So, they encourage their children. And, those progeny seek a life of success arising from freely sharing their highest thoughts and best gifts. The development and following of suggestions given by a child might be much like the practices of Santa, The Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy.
[Mat 10:8 KJV] 8 Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast out devils: freely ye have received, freely give.
[Luk 6:38 KJV] 38 Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
It is firmly believed that this sharing resulted in the numerous blessings had upon reaching adulthood. Which would have been sustainable had life been lived more faithfully. HE had always helped with the navigation of pitfalls, traps, and snares. Until, like a fool, this life wandered away from the safety, security, and success found in HIM. And, a very bright future dissolved somewhat and became a bittersweet adulthood versus one full of the sweetest of memories and recollections.
Yet, that is all a digression. Which shall be discussed further later.
The first of a pair of possible events that might have initiated a contact. Who would be a conduit through which intellectual property might be shared occurred before the age of three. One late-Winter day and when the weather was fair in the American Heartland, it seemed like a great day for play. So, it was asked of a mother if going outside was O.K. Eventually, the go ahead was given. Usually, play did not wander far from the stoop of the apartment building in which we lived. And, it was on that step that another child was found. As, best that might be recalled, his name was Timothy. He had a very cool and interesting toy. It was an erector set. Which might be intended for older children. Seeing that, it is guessed that he was near in age based upon his height.
Long story short, one of his older relatives, an uncle or cousin, came by. He offered Tim a "wint-o-green" lifesaver. Which would not be the least-bit eventful had not Tim started choking on it after a few minutes. Frightened, help was immediately sought. The stairs leading from the ground floor were taken in a single bound by only touching the middle third stair. A painful stretch was felt along those little hamstrings. After another hop, banging on your apartment unit's door began with the repeated exclamation, "Mommy call 911. Timmy cannot breathe!" At which time, the best earthly help known came outside without calling emergency services. Tim's relative had him suspended upside down and he was shaking him. At which, he was told that he should put him done. And then, dear old mom saved the days as she wrapped her arms around Tim from behind and placed pressure on his sternum. He eventually coughed up the mint.
A week or so after then, on Saint Patrick's Day, March 17, 73, a lady who said that her name was Mary Prudent stopped by the apartment. She said that she hoped that she could repay the family for what was done. Seeing that, Timothy was a young relative of hers. And, her family was quite thankful for the helpful response when he was choking. She said that she had heard that someone could run faster than O.J. Simpson. Whom was admired by many for his prowess as a professional NFL running back. She asked some questions. Like, what were any desired future careers.
Laughing was a favorite pastime as a young child. Comedians, like Flip Wilson, Red Foxx, Red Skelton, Buddy Hacket, and Henny Youngman, were favorites who were loved. Albeit, their humor was seen from the perspective of someone who had not yet reached his terrible threes. The Flip Wilson show was regular primetime viewing. And, his alter ego Geraldine was a riot! So, it was mentioned that a career as a comedian would be nice. Also, with the immaturity and ignorance of a child, "crazy" folks were always a source of laughter. So, it was said the working as a "skits-so-frantic" comedian on television would be fun. Ms. Prudent then said, "Do something funny!". At which, with spastic jerking movements emitting from an upper torso and legs, it was exclaimed, "I am a wild and crazy guy! I am a jerk!" And, it is well-known that someone else is quite famous for those silly and childish antics.
Ms. Prudent then grew more serious and asked, "What did his grandfather do for a profession?" She was told that he was a Baptist preacher. She said Tim's grandfather was a physician. And, she asked if either of those professions seemed interesting. And, it was stated that a medical profession would desired over the ministry; because, everyone does what their physician suggests but does not need their pastor. If, they did. The world would be an entirely different place.
She asked also the basic questions one asked a child: "When is your birthday?", "How old are you?", "How high can you count?", "Do you know your alphabets". At a little over thirty months, she was shown that one hundred could be reach and the alphabet song was sung as far as "g" figuring that she knew the rest and could gather that her little protege did also.
Plus, she asked if being president was a future dream. And, it was said that a Black American President would most likely be assassinated like MLK, Jr. Which she probably thought was sad. Seeing that, a toddler would not dream of leading his country without understanding the hatred that he would face in this life. And, she said that the American Presidency would be had via an organization of which she was a part called the Grassroots President. Apparently, it was a network of constituents who lobbied the federal government for action via letter writing and personal contacts. She said that she was making our family part of it. As, a way of saying thanks for what we had done for Timothy.
Then, Ms. Prudent said that she made quite a handsome sum giving folks illusions. And, said that she was an illusionist. She said that the mind was very powerful. And, she could give someone the illusion of living an entire lifetime in only a few moments. She said that many European American men paid her very well. So, they might dream of a life where they had numerous female love interest who were African American. Then, she asked if an illusion was fancied. And, she said that she would use hypnosis as part of giving the dream life.
And, she displayed a small disc-like object that she called an amulet. It had a blue circular border, which circumscribed a diamond, with a capital "G" in the middle of it. And then, suddenly, it looked like a monkey chasing his tail so quickly that he appeared in a couple of places. She was asked how it changed so magically. And, she said that the hand is faster than the eye. And, she had simply rotated it. An effort at seeing the back of the amulet was not seen.
When, this was mentioned years later, it was said that dear old mom had done the same thing with a red amulet which was identical earlier; but, that had likely been forgotten. It is thought that that disc had suddenly looked like an large red octopus.
Yet, Ms. Prudent said that if any great ideas were had they should be shared. And, she and "her network" might use them.
So, that is the first likely culprit.
The second arose a couple of years later. After starting Kindergarten, dear old mom began working as a research technician at the local medical center in the physiology department. One day she came home and said that she had had a disagreement with one of the senior doctoral-level researchers during a seminar. She had offered an idea for a research project. And, he had rebuked her. Saying that, developing a quality and fundable research idea takes ample time. At which, she retorted that her young son could likely come up with an fundable research idea. At which, it was said that if this was done by completing secondary school a full academic scholarship would be given for the local state university. Which was quite some motivation for a young child. Especially because, a collective of the few Black students on campus had occupied the University President's Office demanding that he establish a Black Studies department. And, we were not as commonly seen on campus during those years as we were throughout the 90s and new millennium.
It was never known which researcher had challenged her. Albeit, it was known that one was a German Eugenicist and an atheist. Interestingly, his daughter was a classmate and casual friend during secondary school. And, during college, we had dinner on a couple of occasions, enjoyed a few movies at the theatre, and a Harry Connick, Jr. concert at the old Music Hall. Which was part of the Civic Auditorium that has long since been demolished. And, the work done and insights shared over the years must have earned his respect. This is especially true of the efforts in mathematics. Seeing that, he had a doctorate in that subject from Southern California.
So, he along with the rest of the researchers in the department are likely the most likely second culprit.
Beyond those sources of large networks, the Grassroots President and the community of international research scientists, it simply was that fact that great insights and innovative ideas travel like a great joke. A few of which have been told in this lifetime.
So, this web history is a chronicle of those insights shared over the years and the ironically coincidental research innovations and products that have been seen arise as a possible and highly probable result.
This is one lion's story.
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