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Fast, faster, fastest! Or not?

A Letter from Chadwick:

Dear Reader,

I love to run, tumble, jump rope. Energy pulsates through my body. The wind rustles my coat. The ground disappears beneath me. My muscles ripple with power. My nostrils draw drafts of oxygen. My heart races. Nothing compares with the exhilaration of being ‘a speed machine’!

Nothing! Nothing?

Tiger couldn’t tumble and he didn’t want to try. Making our skipping rope was fun, but he forgot to use his tail and lost his balance. He was pouring out sweat before he reached the 20 metre mark when we chased each other.

I wanted him to come up to speed. I was sure he wanted to do all the things I could do, but we discovered he didn’t have the same drive as me. I tried so hard to help him. I borrowed this and that, but nothing worked. In the end, I decided we should only do the things that both of us could do. That’s what friends do, isn’t it?

But, do I have to keep going slow to stay friends with Tiger? It’s a problem – because I really want to be an athlete! I’m trying to figure out if I am comfortable in my own skin.



Wrestling with this tug-of-war bothered Chadwick. As Robert Schultz indicates, he naively assumed that Tiger loved ‘life in the fast lane’, too. He thought they shared the same drive. But it didn’t work out like that. In the end, Chadwick only did things he had already learned. He wasn’t thrilled by learning something new . . . except maybe how to tie a knot for the six-legged race.




Schultz, Robert Arthur (2009). The Highly/Profoundly Gifted Individual. Gifted Education Communicator 40 (4) 27-30.


Answers: Blog 9 – True – 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 False – 3, 5, 8



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