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Timmy ran to the kids who were taunting his friend yelling for them to stop. He knew exactly what his friend needed. Unsure why he knew, but he did. Just as he thought about it a storm began rolling through and the kids took off back to where they belong. He was comforted by the relief his friend had. "You can come down now." He spoke, and little Ike began climbing down the maple tree. Wiping tears from eyes, rain drenched, he slowly walked home hoping to avoid his bullies.
"How did that begin?" "Do you know them?" "Are they always like that?" But Timmy's questions seem to fall on deaf ears. "Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it." he thought to himself. He walked Timmy to his front porch where his mom was waiting. She ran with her arms out comforting her son escorting him inside the house. "Tim." He turned to see his dad with his arms folded with a smile on his face. "Ready to head back?" "No. I was hoping to go play for a while." Tim replied back.
"How will I share knowledge?" Timmy kicks a rock along the trail, watching it skip off into the grass. "Through living with the living." His grandfather comes up behind. "You know, you weren't as inquisitive as you are now, before you met us as this form." He said looking at his son as he chuckles. "You were a quiet, meek, little guy. But I think it was do to your learning application".
Tim's dad looks down, "Your former life. The pit stop. This is a lot to take in so I'm not going to come out with it all at once. Just know that I love you as long as you love yourself. You are the enforcer and the compliant. You are the teacher and the student. You are the child, the father, mother, and sibling. You are everything, and everything is you."