[ WP ] A man who moves in slow motion his whole life thinks everything else is incredibly fast

He looked like everyone else since his childhood. But when he would meet other kids and start talking they seemed to lose interest in him. They would go back to their games in a fast pace. He wouldn ’ t be able keep up with them so he would always just be on the outside staring at their happy smiles. The bell would ring and they would start running. It was like they were in a hurry to attend their class. Even there all the other students must have been smarter because until he raised his arm to answer a question all the others would have already raised theirs and answered. That didn ’ t stop him though. He continued to go to school even when they were making fun of him. Even when he would return to his home, crying on his mother lap. 
 
 “ Why mama are they so mean to me? ” he would always ask her with his trembling mouth. “ ‘ Cause they don ’ t understand you, sweetie ” she would always answer brushing his hair quickly. The night would always arrive relievedly soon. And one morning his mother would say to him that she made up her mind. He must go to a special school. Because he was a special boy too. He would smile and nod. There he would meet other kids like him. He was sure. There the teachers wouldn ’ t mind waiting for him to finish his sentences. And he was always first at class. The children would have round faces and round eyes. And they would speak slower than his previous classmates. However, they would not make much sense to him. Maybe they were also too smart for him. Maybe that ’ s what the teachers think about him and they were just condescending and they have been agreeing with anything he would say all along. He didn ’ t want to go to school anymore. He asked his mother sobbingly to stay with her. And she couldn ’ t say no to him. Years would have passed and whenever he would go out he would see all the other kids all grown up with patches of hair on their chin or on their cheeks but he would still not have touched a razor. 
 
 After a while his mother would get old and sick and he would have to go outside his house to bring all that was necessary for their home. But he would be so afraid outside because everything seemed to him so dangerous. The cars would pass by furiously in front of him making him not able to catch his breath. The street lights were too quick for him and a car would crash his leg. A pain so much excruciating added to his pain of insufficiency. The ambulance would take him with haste to the hospital and all the doctors would be perplexed on why the leg wasn ’ t healing fast enough. He would ask “ What is wrong ” but they would never sit long enough to explain to him. Until a doctor who was older than the rest would tell him that he had a condition. The boy would say 
 
 “ I know, I am slow ”. 
 
 “ Well, yes you are slow. But not in the way you think ”, the doctor couldn ’ t stand straight anymore although it was only for a brief period of time. He picked a chair so fast like it was out of feathers and placed it underneath him. 
 
 “ You see, you have a condition that we have never seen yet. Your whole organism seems to be working in a sluggish rhythm ”, the doctor would tie quickly the strings on his robe. The young man would never do it so fast. He would never be as fast as everyone. But his thoughts were similar like everyone else? 
 
 “ Do you mean I am smart after all? But what about all the other people? ” he asked and the doctor would look at the clock hanging on the wall. He would follow the old man ’ s gaze staring at it as the seconds would go furiously quick. He never understood what ’ s the purpose of counting the seconds of a minute. 
 
 “ My son, it seems that you have a different internal clock. You perceive everything much faster than the rest people. For example this clock for us is much slower than the way you see it. ” 
 
 That would mean the the whole world was going faster than him. He stayed for more medical tests but the doctors couldn ’ t find any more explanations on why this was happening and for the time being they didn ’ t have any use for him at the hospital. He soon would go back to his home but his condition would come out to the local news and everyone would ask him about it. Waiting nervously for him to finish his sentences. He decided to start writing a book. He would use a writing processor that would predict his words by typing the first letters so it would not take him that long. The title of the book was “ The man who walked slowly ”. There he would describe how fast does everything move in comparison with him. The need for people to slow down and live their time which goes by before they realise. The book reached all parts of the country and soon he would have his first students. They would visit him and try to live synchronously with his rhythm. They would focus on every second passing by. Now he is much older and all his past friends have passed away. But new friends have came across his path sharing his slow but enlightening thoughts. 
 

