The book is a true story about a boy who suffers with autism and savant syndrome and functions differently in society then others. Reading this book has an aim to both entertain the reader as well as give them an overview and understanding of the negative and positive effects of Asperger's and Savant syndrome disorder.
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PITCH: No Limits Beyond a Genius tells the true life story of a young man by the name of Andrew Magdy Kamal. Throughout his life, Andrew accomplished becoming a semiprofessional boxer, an inventor, a published author, a poet, a comedian, and a marathon runner… all by the ripe young age of 16!
Like many geniuses, his extraordinary I.Q. didn’t come without a cost. Early in life, Andrew was diagnosed with Asperger’s, ODD, ADHD, and Manic Depression. Nevertheless, he managed to overcome nature’s flaws to become the man he is today. Journey through Andrew’s fascinating life, from birth to present day… from being raised by strict parents who simply wanted to make a man out of him to disproving Albert Einstein’s Theory of Relativity.
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OVER BLACK
SUPERIMPOSE TITLES:
CHAPTER ONE: THE BIRTH
FADE IN:
INT. HOSPITAL -- NIGHT
MRS. KAMAL lays in bed, panting and sweating, as a series of DOCTORS and NURSES assist her in delivering a baby.
DOCTOR # 1
Keep pushing. You’re almost there!
Mrs. Kamal screams, as she pushes harder. More sweat pours down her face.
Doctor # 2 pulls out a NEWBORN BABY. DOCTOR # 2
It’s a girl!
Doctor # 2 hands the baby off to Mrs. Kamal, who cradles the baby in her arms.
MR. KAMAL cuts the baby’s umbilical cord.
Doctor # 2 reaches inside and pulls out ANOTHER NEWBORN BABY.
DOCTOR # 2 And a boy!
Mrs. Kamal smiles.
INT. DR. SHELDON’S OFFICE -- NIGHT
Mr. and Mrs. Kamal hold hands, as DR. SHELDON sits behind his desk, browsing through a series of files.
MRS. KAMAL
Is there any reason for it?
DR. SHELDON
From the looks of it, your child seems to be relatively
healthy. However, we see that he
does weigh two-thirds less than his sister, which is not a common
(MORE)
DR. SHELDON (cont’d)
occurrence with twins. All I ask is that you keep your eye on him. If you see anything out of the ordinary, be sure to inform me as soon as possible. You have my office phone, right?
MRS. KAMAL
Yes, Dr. Sheldon.
DR. SHELDON
And my cell phone?
MRS. KAMAL
Yes.
MR. KAMAL
We will make sure to let you know immediately.
INT. COPTIC CHURCH -- DAY
Mr. and Mrs. Kamal stand over their baby daughter, YOSTINA.
The PRIEST baptizes Yostina and hands her over to Mr. Kamal. Mrs. Kamal hands their baby boy, ANDREW.
PRIEST
What name shall be given to this dear child?
MR. KAMAL John.
The priest delivers his baptismal speech. During he speech, he refers to Andrew as "Abanoub."
Mr. Kamal’s eyes light up. He’s about to correct the priest, when Mrs. Kamal politely stops him.
MRS. KAMAL
(whispering to Mr. Kamal) It must be a sign from God.
CUT TO BLACK
SUPERIMPOSE TITLES:
CHAPTER TWO: CHILDHOOD
FADE IN:
INT. NURSERY SCHOOL -- DAY
A 4-year-old Andrew sits alone in his corner, strategically stacking up a bunch of toy blocks.
A 4-YEAR-OLD GIRL hovers over Andrew.
4 Y/O GIRL
That looks fun! Can I play? ANDREW
No!
The 4 y/o girl runs off and cries. Andrew continues stacking up the blocks.
Mrs. Kamal enters. She’s approached by ALLISON (20’s). ALLISON
May I help you, Miss? MRS. KAMAL
Yes, I’m here to pick up my son Andrew.
ALLISON Sure.
The 4 y/o girl cries loudly and lightly punches Andrew in the shoulder.
4 Y/O GIRL You’re mean!
ALLISON
We... might need to have a little talk about your son.
EXT. NURSERY SCHOOL -- DAY
Mrs. Kamal walks out the door, crying, hand-in-hand with Andrew.
INT. KAMAL HOUSE -- KITCHEN -- NIGHT Yostina eats quietly at the table.
Mrs. Kamal places a plate of food in front of Andrew. He
throws the plate at her. She dodges it, screaming in shock.
Mr. Kamal raises his hand, about to slap his son, when Mrs. Kamal holds him back.
MRS. KAMAL
Leave him alone.
MR. KAMAL
Don’t you see what he just did?! (yelling at Andrew)
What is wrong with you?!!!
Andrew elicits no response, as he avoids eye contact with
his father.
MRS. KAMAL
He’s only a boy.
MR. KAMAL
Yes, he’s only a boy. Only a
child. So is Yostina. Look at her! Eating her
vegetables. Listens to every word her mom and dad says. Why can’t he be the same way?
(yelling at Andrew)
Why can’t you be like her?!!! (to Mrs. Kamal)
Look at him! He doesn’t even care!
YOSTINA
Why are you yelling, daddy?
MR. KAMAL
Don’t worry, Yostina. I’m not yelling at you. I’m yelling at your brat of a brother!
MRS. KAMAL
So what shall we do?
MR. KAMAL
I don’t know. This is not
normal! I just want him to be normal!
MRS. KAMAL
Should we take him to see a child psychologist?
MR. KAMAL
Do we have to?
MRS. KAMAL
It’s obvious that has some sort of... disorder or illness.
MR. KAMAL
Yes, let’s take him to a
psychologist and have him prescribe some magic pills that will cure him forever.
MRS. KAMAL
That’s a psychiatrist. I want him to see a psychologist.
MR. KAMAL
Sure, sure. Everything gets cured with therapy. That’s how it works in this country! You know my dad cured me? A slap in the face! It doesn’t cost him a penny.
INT. DR. BLAKE’S OFFICE -- DAY
DR. BLAKE (early 40’s, female) sits across from Andrew, who
avoids eye contact with her.
DR. BLAKE
I’m Dr. Blake. What is your name?
ANDREW
You know my name.
DR. BLAKE
I’m sorry?
ANDREW
My mommy told me your name. Why are you asking me?
DR. BLAKE
I know... but I want you to tell me your name.
ANDREW
Andrew.
DR. BLAKE
Nice to meet you, Andrew. Can I call you Andy?
ANDREW
It’s Andrew.
DR. BLAKE
Fine, Andrew it is. How old are you?
ANDREW Four.
DR. BLAKE
That’s a nice age. Do you have any friends?
ANDREW
No, not really.
DR. BLAKE
Why is that?
ANDREW
Because nobody likes me. I don’t like them either.
DR. BLAKE
Do you know why? ANDREW
No!!!!
Dr. Blake startles.
ANDREW
Why are you asking me all these questions? This is boring!
DR. BLAKE
Would you like a lollipop?
ANDREW
I’m not hungry.
INT. LOBBY -- DAY
Dr. Blake speaks privately with Mr. and Mrs. Kamal. In the B.G., Andrew writes inside an activity book.
DR. BLAKE
Mr. and Mrs. Kamal, Andrew is a wonderful young boy. He’s
extremely intelligent. As a matter of fact, his I.Q. his off the charts.
MRS. KAMAL That’s great!
MR. KAMAL
So what’s wrong with him?
DR. BLAKE
Well... he definitely seems to have a problem relating to
others. Actually, he has major problems relating to other people. He doesn’t pick up on social cues very well, even for a boy his age. He also has
difficulty paying attention. He’s very defiant towards his elders.
MR. KAMAL
So we get it. He’s completely screwed up in the head.
MRS. KAMAL
Malik!
MR. KAMAL It’s true!
DR. BLAKE
Mr. Kamal, there’s nothing to worry about.
MR. KAMAL
Nothing to worry about? Is he your kid?
MRS. KAMAL Please!
MR. KAMAL
Is he your kid?
DR. BLAKE
No...
MR. KAMAL
How would you like it if he was
your son? Or your daughter! And you had to live with that sickness for the rest of your life?! What if it was your kid?
DR. BLAKE
Actually, I don’t have any kids, but if I did--
MR. KAMAL
There is no "if." You have no idea
what it’s like! Give me that!
Mr. Kamal snatches Dr. Blake’s clipboard and glances over
her notes.
DR. BLAKE
Mr. Kamal, I’ll need to ask you to--
MR. KAMAL
Aspergers? O.D.D.? A.D.H.D.?
Mr. Kamal flings the clipboard aside.
DR. BLAKE
Mr. Kamal, I understand that your boy is slightly challenged, but I assure you that he can improve over time. There is no such thing as perfection. A.D.H.D., especially, is very common in children his age, or any age.
MRS. KAMAL Malik!
MR. KAMAL What?!!
Mrs. Kamal sits by Andrew’s side. She holds up his activity book.
MRS. KAMAL Look!
Mrs. Kamal flips through the pages, revealing that all the pages have been completed.
MRS. KAMAL
The whole book. He finished the whole book.
MR. KAMAL
In 20 minutes?
Mrs. Kamal nods.
DR. BLAKE
I’m telling you, your son is brilliant.
Mr. Kamal flips through the pages of the book, staring in amazement.
CUT TO BLACK
SUPERIMPOSE TITLES:
CHAPTER THREE: RELATING TO HIS PEERS
FADE IN:
EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD -- DAY
A 6-year-old Andrew builds a large house out of flash cards. A BULLY knocks down the house. His FRIENDS laugh.
BULLY
Oops!
Andrew grabs all the flash cards and tries to re-build the house. The bully knocks it down again.
The bully and his friends shove Andrew around. He does nothing to defend himself.
Finally, the bully shoves Andrew to the ground.
BULLY
Have a nice fall!
The bully and his friends laugh, as they run off.
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL -- DAY
Andrew’s GRANDMA waits outside her car, which is parked in front of the school.
GRANDMA
Andrew! Andrew!
Andrew walks over to her, head hung low. She hugs him. She picks his head up, revealing a black eye on Andrew’s face.
GRANDMA
Oh, no! What happened?
10.
INT. CAR (MOVING) -- DAY
Grandma drives, while Andrew stares out the window.
GRANDMA
Why did he punch you?
ANDREW
He didn’t punch me. He pushed me to the ground.
GRANDMA
Did you tell your teacher?
Andrew doesn’t answer.
GRANDMA
Did you?!
ANDREW
No, grandma.
GRANDMA
Why not?
ANDREW
I don’t know.
INT. KAMAL HOUSE -- KITCHEN -- DAY
Andrew sits at the table, doing his homework. Mr. Kamal grabs his son by the arm.
ANDREW
Dad, I was doing my...
Mr. Kamal drags his son out the back door.
EXT. BACKYARD -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS
Mr. Kamal stands Andrew in front of him and bends towards him.
ANDREW
What do you want, dad? MR. KAMAL
I want you to hit me.
ANDREW Why?
Mr. Kamal lightly slaps Andrew on the cheek.
MR. KAMAL
Because I’m hitting you. Now, hit me back.
ANDREW
Why are you doing this? I need to finish my homework.
MR. KAMAL
Hit me first! That’s your homework!
Andrew very lightly touches his fist to his dad’s face.
MR. KAMAL
That’s the best you can do? Come on!!! Come on!!!
Andrew simply walks away from him and back into the house. He continues doing his homework.
INT. MR. AND MRS. KAMAL’S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Getting into his pajamas, Mr. Kamal rambles on and on, oblivious to Mrs. Kamal barely paying attention as she stares into a mirror.
MR. KAMAL
He has to learn to be a man. Maybe we should sign him up for boxing lessons. Or karate lessons.
MRS. KAMAL
He’s only a boy.
MR. KAMAL
So? Three-year-olds take karate
lessons. They’re fun! Come on, he can’t keep coming home with a black eye. What’s next? A broken arm? A broken leg? Next thing you know, he’ll come home in a
wheelchair!
MRS. KAMAL
But he’s getting straight A’s.
MR. KAMAL
And I’m happy for that. But I’d be happier if he learned to fight. My dad taught me to fight when I was four!
No response from Mrs. Kamal.
MR. KAMAL
Hello? Am I talking to a wall?
MRS. KAMAL
(mumbling) I’m pregnant.
MR. KAMAL
What?
Mrs. Kamal shows him the home pregnancy test. A tiny smile forms on Mr. Kamal’s face.
INT. MARTIAL ARTS SCHOOL -- DAY Andrew and Mr. Kamal enter.
Led by SENSEI MARIO, a group of YOUNG KIDS practice martial arts exercises.
Andrew timidly looks around. He immediately turns towards the door and attempts to leave. Mr. Kamal stops him.
MR. KAMAL
Where are you going?
ANDREW
Home.
MR. KAMAL
At least take one class. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it.
SENSEI MARIO
OK, everyone take a break. We’ll continue where we left off in five minutes.
(to Mr. Kamal) May I help you?
MR. KAMAL
Yes, I’d like to enroll my son in a class.
Andrew emphatically shakes his head.
SENSEI MARIO
He looks thrilled. (to Andrew)
Hi there, little man. Would you like to become a little ninja?
ANDREW
No.
MR. KAMAL
He’s a little shy. He’ll warm up eventually.
SENSEI MARIO
I’m sure he will. If you’d like, we can suit him up right
now. First class is free.
MR. KAMAL
Really?
SENSEI MARIO
Hey, I run a legit operation. (to Andrew)
What size are you, little man?
ANDREW
Stop talking to me like I’m a moron.
MR. KAMAL
He’s... a bit wise beyond his years.
SENSEI MARIO
That’s fine. I’m willing to work with that.
INT. MARTIAL ARTS SCHOOL -- LATER THAT DAY
Sensei Mario teaches the students a series of kicks. One by one, he calls on them to demonstrate. Each one performs the kicks as taught to them.
SENSEI MARIO
Kelly!... Danny!... Kyle!...
Chris!... Sebastian!... Andrew!
Andrew attempts to perform those kicks and falls flat on his back, landing on the mat.
The other students laugh.
SENSEI MARIO
Quiet! We are all brothers and sisters in this room.
ANDREW
Can you wait a second, Sensei?
SENSEI MARIO
Take your time.
Andrew silently calculates the physics of each kick, and practices them strategically.
Finally, he re-demonstrates the kicks and performs them with the greatest of ease.
Everyone stares in silence, including Mr. Kamal.
INT. ANDREW’S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Andrew sits on the bed, doing his homework.
Grandma knocks on the open door. Andrew nods. She enters.
GRANDMA
How are you doing, Andrew?
ANDREW
Good.
GRANDMA
Are you sure?
ANDREW
Yes.
GRANDMA
How’s school?
ANDREW
OK.
GRANDMA
Are you still getting picked on?
ANDREW
A little.
GRANDMA Awww.
Grandma caresses her grandson’s head.
ANDREW
I’m trying to finish my homework.
GRANDMA
Well, if you’re having any more
problems with anyone or anything at school, you come to me, OK?
ANDREW
OK.
GRANDMA
Even if mom and dad won’t listen, I will.
ANDREW
Yes, grandma.
Grandma gives him a concerned look as she steps out the door.
INT. CLASSROOM -- DAY
The teacher, MR. ANTHONY, sits behind his desk.
MR. ANTHONY
Class dismissed.
The students scurry out the room. Mr. Anthony stops Andrew before he walks out the door.
MR. ANTHONY
Andrew... the principal would like to speak to you.
ANDREW
Am I in trouble?
MR. ANTHONY
I don’t know. You’ll have to speak to him.
INT. PRINCIPAL STERN’S OFFICE -- DAY Andrew enters.
PRINCIPAL STERN (50’s) hangs up his phone and blankly looks over to Andrew.
PRINCIPAL STERN Sit down.
Andrew sits.
PRINCIPAL STERN
We need to talk, Mr. Camel.
ANDREW
Ka-mal.
PRINCIPAL STERN I’m sorry?
ANDREW
It’s Ka-mal.
PRINCIPAL STERN Whatever.
ANDREW
What do you want to talk to me about?
PRINCIPAL STERN
Perhaps, I’ll let the paperwork speak for itself.
Principal Stern hands over a sheet of paper. Andrew intently stares over it.
PRINCIPAL STERN
Congratulations. You’ve just been admitted into the Gifted and Talented Program.
ANDREW
Really?
PRINCIPAL STERN
Have you ever heard of Harris University?
ANDREW
Isn’t that in England?
PRINCIPAL STERN
Yes, it is. Our academy is
affiliated with Harris University in Manchester. Judging by your flawless test scores, you qualify to take part in the
program. However, due to the (MORE)
PRINCIPAL STERN (cont’d)
workload, do keep in mind that your class schedule will be a bit longer.
ANDREW
How much longer?
PRINCIPAL STERN
You may not get out of class until sundown.
Andrew doesn’t bat an eye.
PRINCIPAL STERN
Is that OK with you?
Andrew nods.
PRINCIPAL STERN
Congratulations, Andrew. You’re a college student now.
Principal Stern shakes Andrew’s hand.
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL -- DAY Andrew walks out the door.
BULLY
(screaming) Hey, sissy!
Andrew looks over to the bully, who stands alongside his friends.
BULLY
Heard you got into the Nerdy and Talented Program.
The friends laugh. Andrew continues walking.
BULLY
Come back! I need to congratulate you.
The bully runs behind Andrew, about to grab him, when Andrew quickly turns around and gets into a martial arts stance. He uses his newly learned martial arts moves to kick him to the ground.
The friends run off.
18.
INT. KAMAL HOUSE -- KITCHEN -- NIGHT
Andrew, Yostina, Mr. and Mrs. Kamal, and Grandma all have dinner together.
GRANDMA
How does everybody like the food? MR. KAMAL
Great, mom.
MRS. KAMAL
Better than my cooking?
Mr. Kamal blushes. Mrs. Kamal laughs. MR. KAMAL
You can’t ask me a question like that.
MRS. KAMAL
I’ll ask it all I want.
GRANDMA
Just remember who gave birth to you.
Mrs. Kamal piles her plate with food.
MR. KAMAL
Obviously, she loves your cooking too, grandma.
MRS. KAMAL
And so does the baby.
Mrs. Kamal pats her pregnant belly.
YOSTINA
I can’t wait to have a baby sister!
MRS. KAMAL
How do you know you’re having a sister?
YOSTINA (smiling)
I have a good feeling.
MRS. KAMAL
I’m hoping it’s a girl,
too. You’ll finally have a playmate.
GRANDMA
Playmate? She has Andrew.
Mr. Kamal looks over to Andrew, who scribbles on a piece of paper, ignoring the food on his plate.
MR. KAMAL
What are you doing?
Mr. Kamal rushes towards Andrew.
GRANDMA
Maybe he’s not hungry. Leave him alone.
Mr. Kamal grabs the piece of paper, rolls it into a ball, and throws it in the trash.
GRANDMA
You didn’t even bother to see what he was writing!
MR. KAMAL
I don’t care what he’s
writing. We’re at the dinner table. That’s rude!
(to Andrew)
Well? Are you going to eat or not?
Andrew takes one tiny bite of food.
MR. KAMAL
That’s better.
Mr. Kamal returns to his seat.
Andrew quickly hops off his chair, grabs the crumpled piece of paper from the trash, and folds it out. He continues to write.
YOSTINA
Ewww, that’s disgusting. He took it out the garbage.
MR. KAMAL
That is disgusting. (to Andrew)
You have as much manners as a wild dog. Maybe I should leave you in a junkyard.
GRANDMA
Malik, stop it!
MR. KAMAL
I suppose you appreciate the fact that your grandson acts like he belongs in a zoo?
(to Andrew)
Go to your room.
ANDREW
OK.
Andrew leaves the room.
INT. ANDREW’S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Andrew rapidly scribbles onto a notepad. Grandma enters.
Caught up in his work, Andrew doesn’t even look up.
GRANDMA
So what are you writing?
ANDREW
Poetry.
GRANDMA
Oh... that’s interesting. Did you just start writing poetry?
Andrew reveals a large stack of papers, all containing neatly written poems on them.
ANDREW
I’m trying to write a book.
Grandma simply stares in awe.
EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD -- DAY
Yostina plays with her friends, AMY and DANIELLE.
AMY
Who’s that weirdo over there?
DANIELLE
Yeah, he’s kind of creepy.
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