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I am better than you


by The Urban Blabbermouth

Here’s a question for you, who is the fastest man in the world today?  Officially, it is Usain Bolt of Jamaica, West Indies. 

Unofficially, it is someone else whom you have never heard of.  Somewhere out there in the world, there is a man who is faster than Usain Bolt.  You don’t know who he is and you never will.  Although faster than Usain Bolt, this unknown man has no interest in running and so will not run the 100 meter dash thus never revealing himself to us.  BTW, go in person to see Usain Bolt run if you can.  You will be amazed at how fast a human being can run.

There may be another person in the world who is better at tennis than Serena Williams but that person has no interest in playing tennis and, in fact, may not like tennis at all.  That same scenario applies to A-Rod in baseball, Tiger Woods in golf, and so on.

Let’s not stop at sports.  Just pick your favorite trait and there will be someone better.  There is always someone funnier, smarter, prettier, or nicer.  There may be someone who is better at mathematics than… who is the greatest mathematician in the world anyway?  There may be someone better than Bill Gates at computers, or President Obama at running the United States of America but those other folks have no interest in taking on the job. 

Isn’t it odd that someone can be the greatest at a sport and have no interest in it or may have come to dislike it.  You would think that if someone is the greatest at something, they would have the natural inclination to pursue it.  Maybe they did and they had a bad experience, such as bullying on the basketball court, that convinced them to go another way.  Maybe their families discourage them with advice like get a job that pays more.  Maybe they never discovered that they were the greatest in the world because they skipped calculus class.  The list of reasons can be long. 

As great as these folks are at one thing, they are busy doing something else.  The curious thing is that they may well end up the worst person at that something else.  That guy who is faster than Usain Bolt, he is busy learning mathematics and will end up the worst mathematics teacher in the world. 

Suppose that one of the unknown great ones discovers the truth about themselves and emerges upon the world.  Well, guess what, there is always someone better.  The very next day, a replacement savant will be born.


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