A Troubled Young Scientist

In early 1640s Woolsthorpe, Lincolnshire, England, a time when England was immersed in a brutal civil war, lived a happily married couple who were expecting their first child in a few months. The civil war has torn the country apart. The fighting between the royalists and the parliamentarians was vicious by then. However, this family didn't want anything to do with the war, as they were a family of farmers whose ultimate goal was to ensure their crops were safe and to provide quality life for the new family the best way they could. The family couldn't wait for the new member to arrive. They were extremely excited, and they were arguing as to what they are going to name the new baby.
Sadly, in October of 1642, as the impatiently-awaited day was approaching, and three months before the baby arrives, the father, who was only 36 years old at the time, died. This event crippled the family. The widowed wife went into a period of depression. "We were planning for the child's future; I can't believe he is gone too soon with no chance to see our baby grow," she told her mother as she cried.
Three months later, on Christmas day of 1642, she went into labor. It was earlier than expected, and the child was too tiny. "He is small enough to fit in a quart pot," the mother joked as her family surrounded her. She decided to name the baby "Isaac" after his late father. Being devout Christians, everyone in the family was optimistic about the child's future given the fact that the circumstances surrounding his birth somewhat resembled those of Jesus Christ's, same date and without a father.
It was tough for the single mother raising a prematurely born child as he needed more attention and care than the normal baby. She did very well and was very brave. However, when Isaac was only three years old, she decided to remarry and leave young Isaac under the care of his maternal grandparents.
Though she didn't move far from where Isaac's grandparents lived, the young boy grew tremendously resentful and angry of the fact that his mother left him behind and without a father. That was especially evident after he started attending school. That's when he started observing how the other kids were chatting about the time they spent with their parents on school breaks and how much fun they had. He felt left out; he couldn't share such stories. Slowly, he started to isolate himself at school as he couldn't relate to the stories other kids were sharing. "My father took me and my mother on a hunting trip yesterday, and it was the best day of my life," Isaac overheard a kid talking to another. "I bet it's really joyful living with both parents, I would never experience this feeling," Isaac thought to himself while struggling to hold his tears. As years pass, Isaac became more secluded and had almost never developed a meaningful relationship with the other kids in his school. Instead, he developed a strong relationship with his books and studies. He found that this was the only way he could bring joy to his life.
Back at his grandparents' house, little Isaac had almost nothing to do but to read his books and reflect on his life to himself. "Does my mother even like me? If she does, why would she leave me behind? I just want to have a normal family like the rest of my peers. I hate my mother," Isaac thought to himself repeatedly in the years following his mother's marriage. He was so angry to the point that he actually thought of burning down his mother and stepfather's house.
Eight years later around 1659, when Isaac was around 11, his stepfather died, and his mother returned to live with him along with two step-sisters and a step-brother from her second marriage. It was hard for Isaac to cope with his new life. He was still struggling internally as to how he felt about his mother, and his anger persisted. His mother let him leave school to manage her real estate as he was the oldest out of her children, but young Isaac didn't want anything else other than to continue his education. So, he went back to school.
In 1661, when Isaac turned 18, he left home to study natural philosophy at Trinity College, Cambridge, one of the most prestigious schools then. Being the intensive reader and thinker that he was, it was the perfect time for him to attend college as the Scientific Revolution of the 17th century was at its peak, and the works of great natural philosophers such as Nicolaus Copernicus, Johannes Kepler and Galileo Galilei were taught and discussed heavily at Trinity College. This was heaven for Isaac. However, his solitary tendencies persisted with him as a college student. He showed no interest in any extracurricular activities that his peer were engaged in. That's what he was used to. That was always him, an outsider who preferred reading books over socializing with people. His fellow college students looked at him as being weird and abnormal. "This guy is strange. I have never seen him talking and laughing to anyone since the day I first saw him three years ago," a fellow student whispered to another as Isaac was passing by.  Had they known about his past, they would have sympathized with him.
Isaac spent the next 30 years of his life in Cambridge where he dedicated the vast majority of his time studying and researching about natural philosophy in its different forms, whether it's mathematics, physics or astronomy. He never married or had any children. The result of those 30 years of intensive research, to name a few, were books that he published called Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy and Opticks in which he laid the foundation of physics, mathematics and astronomy as we know them today.
That was the making of Sir Isaac Newton; the great scientific mind that helped us understand the natural world we live in, or as Alexander Pope, the famous English poet, put it "NATURE and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night /        
God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light."

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