A Chess Grand Master

Hey beautiful!

How are ya? :)

  I have had this prolonged vacation between 2 of my mundane, academic years that I devoted for self-discovery.

It'll be about chess:

 Conpicuously, this is not a novice blog as I wrote it a while ago; however, I believe that I have some 'spices' to add at the end of the blog. These additional spices might end up aiding a myriad of people struggling with intelligence and/or self-acceptance.

Let's dive into the story! :)

   At the middle of the night, I was strolling down the garden for a breeze of cool air. Suddenly, I hear a tumultuous, grotesque voice coming from beneath one of the bushes. It was as if someone calling with an unfamiliar language. Curiously, I carefully approached the wiggling, green bush until my brother frantically pulled my arm away.

"Don't go in there."

"Why not?"

"Just don't."

"I will."

"Whatever, you're the loser, not me."

Undaunted, I meticulously crept closer as the sound got louder and more devastating. At once, I pull the branches out to find him. A boy, who seemed partially paralysed, was standing with an innocent smile.

"H-hell-o!...M-my name is-is David." He introduced himself to me as he kept his eyes locked into mine causing sheer, internal discomfort.

"Hey, David! Nice to meet you."

"Y-y-yeah. Hi-hi. Do..do you know tha-that I can play che-e-ss?"

"Yeah...cool." I shivered trying to keep a warm smile. I wasn't used to meeting new people, nor did I feel comfortable with such a new friendship. 

 I completed, "Are you lost? Do you need help?" I asked him thinking that he might be mentally, not physically, ill.

"N-n-no, thank y-you. Do-o you know tha-that I can pl-play chess?"

"Yeah, cool. Well, see you later." I gave a fake smile and rushed back to my brother, who was playing with my cousins. 

   My brother thought that he might be one of those crazy people roaming around the street. My cousin thought he might be a beggar while my sister thought he was trying to be friendly to kidnap us at the middle of the night. Personally, I thought he was lost and mentally ill. Gradually, his voice was augmenting right behind me. The poor boy was, despite his partially paralysed body, approaching painfully and slowly us to play. 

"H-hey, guys! Do-o you want-t to p-pl-play chess?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" I yelled at a distance.

"No, thanks." My cousin quickly replied as he pinched my arm.

"Are you lost though?" I asked with concern.

"N-no, I s-said d-do you w-want to play ch-chess?" He replied.

"No, thank you." My brother replied.

   Unfortunately, he left. I felt miserable seeing him leave, for all what he wanted was to play. That was an internal knowledge in me. I knew he meant no harm, but the other kids were fearful of him.

   Dejected, I went back home to synthesis it all. Continuously, I kept overthinking all the possibilities that could have happened if we allowed him to play with us.

My oldest cousin hopped on me like a kangroo and asked, "Hey, what's making you sad?"

"Nothing."

"Don't you lie to me you little girl. I know it when you lie to me." He replied with a sneaky smile.

"There was this boy downstairs-"

"I WILL SLAP HIM!" He yelled with agitation.

"No, no. He was very friendly. The kids were scared from him though, so he left."

"Well, I am going to check that out myself. Bye." He went outside with his pyjamas and didn't return; meanwhile, I played some chess games on my phone.

                     One hour later...

 "Jenny! You were totally right! We should've played with him! He's a chess Grand Master. He won me in about 10 moves!" My little cousin slammed the door open with a flushed face and sheer excitement. I stared at him horrifyingly from such unexpected return.

 "What?" I asked as I breathed loudly after such horrifying jumpscare.

 "David. He wanted you to play with him, but it's too late at night. We can play with him some other time." My older cousin exclaimed with a delighted, mature voice.

    He looked at me in such a way that I almost understood all what had happened. My benevolent, older cousin socialised his little brother to David. After we talked about David, we all went to sleep that day to recharge for tomorrow's chess match.

  Thinking back about this story, I remember that I was truly devoted to playing chess. Not because it interested me in any way, but I merely believed it has this magical ability to rocket my intelligence. Nevertheless, I knew that chess had nothing to do with intelligence, for it didn't truly help that boy to appropriately socialise with us. Indeed, I was a chess Master. That did not ameliorate my intelligence, though :)

After a good while from writing this blog:

I am impressed you kept reading until this point. Thank you! :) I have decided to share 2 little, extra moments concerning intelligence.

Let's speak scientifically:

Intelligence is a type of continuous variation meaning that it has intermediates (such as IQ) and can be changed by the environment. Every child is born with a specific level of intelligence, and it's the child's will to either bolster or plunge their intelligence. The message here is that, even if you think that you're stupid, remember that you can change that. You can do anything if you put your mind to it.

Let's speak in terms of human will power:

Please look at this man's picture with sheer thoughtfulness:

He's called Frank Stephens, and he has Down's syndrome.

If you don't know what Down's syndrome is, it is a genetic disease caused when a mother's chromosomes become 47, not 46. Scientifically, people with such disease are doomed into being low in intelligence. However, by determination and hard work, the man you're looking at, despite his condition, became a part in the government :)

If he can do it, you can do it.