This is from a notebook of writing prompts...it ends rather abruptly as I ran out of writing space in the notebook and didn't want to "cheat" by writing more here.
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One of my greatest blessings is my intelligence. I have always been quick and bright. As a child, I was considered "gifted." I never quite believed I was truly any smarter than my peers; I just simply loved to read and learn new things. And learning and remembering came quite easily to me.
But I have realized, twenty years into adulthood, that being/having above average intelligence makes my life easier. I have had to endure a number of fairly difficult circumstances, not the least of which is my son's illnesses. Many things have to be researched, thought about, and decided upon; my intelligence makes it easier to sort through them with deep understanding. And I have a solid sympathy for others going through the same things, only with less ability to understand and solve them.
Of course, it means I fear any kind of dementia a lot. I would find that devastating, because quite simply, my brain is probably the thing I am most proud of.
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