The following piece was written by John Smyth and sent in to us for consideration. Here at Sci-Fi Bloggers, we like showcasing a variety of different opinions. Normally they are those of our intelligent team of contributors, which continues to grow, even to this day. However, there are times when we are sent something written by a fan of the site, or someone simply interested in sharing their ideas, that we are compelled to share. Some of us may have a different idea of how things work, but it’s nice to mix things up and explore the views of others. Science fiction is all about imagining and creating the future, and it never hurts to take a look at the exciting possibilities of tomorrow. And so, we give you yet another Sunday Surprise!
For this week’s piece, we have an introduction by the writer, followed by two paragraphs he crafted. I would personally like to note the poetic nature of the content, as it is not traditional prose, so to speak. Enjoy!
–D. Alexander, The Editor
INTRODUCTION: My name is John Smyth. I am 19 ½ years old and have autism. My autism is so severe that I often cannot talk. My mind tells me what to say, but my lips will say nothing or make sounds I do not intend. So I type with one finger to talk, with some support from my dad, aide at school, brother, or others in my life.
My life and my story involves school systems. To avoid unnecessary negative politics, I do not use school names. Instead, my old school is “The Rich School”; “The Caring School” is where any school education has happened for me in the last two years.
And now for Smyth’s piece. CLICK HERE to view.
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