The next day, Jeremy took his time getting to Dr. Ma’s office and arrived five minutes late.

“Hello, Jeremy. How are you doing?” Dr. Ma asked.

"Fine. I came to let you know, that I’m a perfectly functional human being. As a child, I have been diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome and I don’t think it affects my ability to function at all. I won’t be coming anymore, but if anybody asks you about whether or not I was here, please tell them I was.”

“I will do this on one condition. It’s 4 pm right now. I want you to help me deliver an order of chairs to a store on the opposite end of town by 6pm.”

“Ok.”

Jeremy followed Dr. Ma out of the office down to the garage, where Dr. Ma presented him with a cart filled with chairs.

“Remember get them to the store by 6pm.”

Jeremy grunted and pushed the cart out of the parking garage. He looked left and cursed when he saw the steep incline. Jeremy pushed the cart slowly up the hill, his triceps and thighs burning with every step. He painfully endeavored upwards looking extremely foolish. People pointed and laughed at him as they drove by; passerbys asked him if he was selling the chairs all the while mocking him. Unbeknownst to Jeremy at the time, Dr. Ma and his sister were having a conversation about him.

“Why are you having him do this, Dr. Ma?” his sister asked.

“Icy, your brother has an inability to comprehend human emotions and express them on his own. I am having him deliver the chairs to the other end of town in hopes of him getting angry and from there use it as teaching point.”

By then, Jeremy had pushed the cart to the top of the hill, where he cursed even louder at the steep decline before his eyes. He naturally understood Newton’s first law of motion—force equals mass times acceleration—and knew it was going to be a tall order getting the chairs to the bottom without breaking any. He wanted to get everything done in one go, so removing the chairs and taking multiple tasks was a no go. After racking his brain for potential solutions and finding none, Jeremy sighed and rolled the cart down the hill, digging in his heels to slow down the cart’s momentum.

Watching this, Dr. Ma remarked to Icy, “Your brother is smart.”

“He is. Ever since my brother was a child, science and technology thrilled him. Brother spent hours trying to figure out anything he couldn’t understand.”

“If he is so smart, why didn’t he finish college?”

“Brother couldn’t deal with his peers much less his professors. If a professor gave him a score Brother deemed unacceptable, he would march over to the professor’s office—and once one of their homes—and demand that they explain why he got points docked off on his exam. After some time, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t keep bailing my brother out of jail, so I told him to withdraw from college and I’ll find him a job.”

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“Oh. Don’t worry, if everything works out the way I want it to, your brother will be able to deal with people better.”

By the time Jeremy reached the bottom of the hill, it was 5 pm. Alarmed, Jeremy broke into a sprint and made a beeline for his destination, not caring about whether anybody was in his way. He turned right at the next intersection and a crowded street market greeted him. Jeremy lowered his head and bull rushed the crowd while pushing the cart. Jeremy heard countless curses by the surrounding people; he ignored all of this, focusing only on his end goal: getting to the store before 6 pm. He checked his watch and saw he only had 15 minutes to make it to his destination. Cursing, Jeremy gathered up his remaining energy and sprinted the last three blocks. He made it to the store with one minute to spare.

He entered the store and said, “Sir, the chairs you ordered are here.”

The store manager raised his head from his desk, blinking rapidly, “Chairs? I don’t remember ordering any chairs. Let me double check. … Yeah, I didn’t order any chairs.”

“That damned psychologist played me! I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!” Jeremy thought as he left the store.

Jeremy brought the chairs back to Dr. Ma’s office building and made a beeline for Dr. Ma’s office, where he discovered Dr. Ma had left for the day. Furious, he grabbed his computer from his backpack and begun an extensive search for Dr. Ma’s home address.

The moment he found it, he rushed out of the office building and jumped on his motorcycle. He stopped what he was doing when he observed Dr. Ma sitting in a car—watching his every move—before driving off. Blood boiling, Jeremy revved up his motorbike and pursued Dr. Ma. He pushed his motorcycle to its limit in an effort to keep up. Suddenly, Dr. Ma slowed down allowing Jeremy to catch a glimpse of his sister sitting in the passenger seat of Dr. Ma’s car. Once he knew Jeremy had seen his sister in his car, Dr. Ma pressed his foot on the gas pedal and shot off, leaving Jeremy in the dust wondering what his sister was doing.

“That fucking bastard better not touch my sister. If he does, I’m going to make sure he will regret it for the rest of his life,” Jeremy thought to himself.

Jeremy gathered himself and chased after Dr. Ma. To the casual observer, the car chase was a game of cat and mouse: Dr. Ma would drive slow enough that Jeremy could catch up and when he did, Dr. Ma would speed up not allowing Jeremy to get ahead of him. It continued like this before Dr. Ma decided to end the game and floored the gas pedal. Dr. Ma made it to the pier where he did doughnuts with his car as he waited for Jeremy to finally catch up.

The moment Jeremy arrived, Dr. Ma stopped and got out the car.

“You fucking bastard. Where were you going to take my sister to?” Jeremy asked while making a fist.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Ma replied.

When Jeremy heard the words, he stopped in his tracks and lowered his fist.

“What you are feeling is anger, Jeremy. That’s the emotion your previous employers felt when you screwed up and didn’t listen to their instructions. Did you sense that when I said that I was sorry, you lowered your fist and a bit of your anger subsided?”

“Yes. Why did I do that?”

“People will always make mistakes and when they do, they apologize. It’s only normal to forgive someone who has apologized for their mistakes.”

“Oh, I get it now! I’m sorry for my earlier transgressions at the meeting earlier. I want you to be my psychologist, so I can learn amazing things from you such as: how did you make those doughnuts with your car? I have did the math and my work says it’s impossible.”

“Haha, I will tell you at our next meeting. But once again, my name is Dr. Kevin Ma. It will be a pleasure to be your psychologist for the next few months…”