A Theorist - By Default
In our tenth grade physics class, Mr. Cubbage was demonstrating a Van de Graff Generator and how, when it was cranked up, a strong static electricity charge would jump from one ball to the other. Sitting close by in the first row, I was entranced by this scientific demonstration - lightning made real right in front of us. Ever being a tinkerer, and being the first to question the teacher, I raised my hand and pointed toward one of the balls.. Guess what? A giant spark changed its usual path and arced to my fingertip. I was suddenly flipped into a back somersault out of by chair - as if being hit by a Tazer Gun. The teacher was suddenly kneeling over me on the floor while my wits and breathing began coming back to normalcy (if there is ever such a condition). "Can you hear me?" he said. I shook my head in agreement. "I have some good advice for you, Mr. Grant". "Like what?" I groggily answered. "Listen carefully, if you want a long healthy life, and not be a danger to yourself (or anyone else in your neighborhood), please don 't be an experimenter. Stay out of the lab�. And that's how I became a Theorist. My laboratory became my brain limited though it may be. ...And much safer!