Joseph was, what some kinder people may call, a late bloomer. But people his age callously called him slow. He had trouble with spelling, reading and mathematics. He had a hard time remembering details. When asked of his opinion about something, Joseph could give none. As far as he was concerned he was not causing anybody any trouble.
So, Joseph had been the laughingstock in town. The only person who thought differently was, naturally, his mother. She loved Joseph unconditionally and she thought he was special. He may not be smart but he had a kind and loving heart. He was good with animals and plants. His pets were well cared for and his garden was thriving.
When Joseph graduated from high school, his mother knew it wasn't wise to send him to college. So, she just bought some hogs and fowls for Joseph to tend to. Joseph bid his friends goodbye. Though he was sad to see them go, he was happy for them. If only he were as smart as they are, maybe he would go to college, too.
Years passed and things had changed. Some of Joseph's friends graduated from college. Some of them didn't. Some went to work abroad. Some came home and got married.
As for Joseph, he became the biggest supplier of pork and meat in the local market. Not only that, his flowers sold by the hundreds making him one of the richest guys in town, even richer than his smarter friends.
He married his childhood friend Liza and they lived happily for a very long time.
(Original story by the blog author. Any similarities with other stories, fiction or otherwise, are purely incidental.)