When I was in middle school, we were required to eat lunch in the cafeteria. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, there was nobody I knew and I wasn't good at making friends. At the back table there was a boy sitting alone with an excessively large book on Condors (the bird). I thought this strange, as all of the other tables were over packed, and this one was completely empty.
I sat across the long rectangular table from him and ate my lunch, we didn't speak or even acknowledge each other. The next day I sat next to him and it was the same. Finally on the third say, the same book, I was close enough to clearly see what he was reading, so I commented to him and it was like a switch went off on him. He had changed completely, and began talking excessively and at length about condors. So from that day forth, he would show me his book after lunch and we would speak about condors, but he never seemed to run out of things to say.
He transferred once the year was over to a more accommodating high school, as I found out many years later he had some form of autism. I did not know anything about autism, symptoms of even it's existence. But I felt a kinship with this person who was different.
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