My Insperation



Life is a difficult thing and I have not had it easy in anyway, many people do not see the struggles that have made me who I am and how I have gotten where I am today.  With that said I would not change a thing in the way I have gone through life. Sometimes life sucks but it’s what you do with it that matters. I have talked about being Dyslexic which is a huge part of my life but since I have already talked about being dyslexic I am going to talk about the one person who has fought for me and always believed in me. That person is my Mom, she is my inspiration. My Mom is also dyslexic she is not as sever as me but it is still there and she went through all of schools and grad school without knowing she is dyslexic until I was diagnosed. That day forward she has fought for me to get the right help without dumming the work down. Dyslexia does not mean you are stupid we are actually very intelligent but takes a while to to read or write.  Would you say that Albert Einstein is stupid just because he was dyslexic, no he was the innovator in math. My Mom knew that she knew I was intelligent and I need the tools to help me show what I know, even if the school system didn’t want to acknowledge the word dyslexia or say that I was lazy. She fought back even if we had to fight every year until Junior year in High school. Then we took another path a path that is better for me and for being Dyslexic that is going to Sinclair instead of High school. My Mom fought for this and we won. Even with her great deal of fighting for me that is not the only reason I look up to her. I look up to her because no matter how many times she fails she is still doing her dream of being an artist and running her own businesses. She quit her job and started something she believed in and work hard to make it successful. She is still working and will always keep failing and succeeding to make her dream true. That is why she is my inspiration.


The Day I Understood Dyslexia

I always struggled in school and my mom knew that there was something that was not right. She asked teachers if I had something that  caused me to not understand school. Long story short I got tested for dyslexia in Forth grade. It was a long fight but that is another story. Once I was told I was dyslexia I started tutoring for dyslexia. I was told what dyslexia was and what I need to work on. I was told I was not stupid I was just slow. But even though people told me this I did not understand what was wrong with me or why. I knew I struggled and that everyone else in my class was ahead of me. It wasn’t till Freshman year that I finally understood what was going on in my brain. This night was during christmas break. We had a Christmas movie playing that was on Disney channel. I do not remmber what movie it was exactly but that night changed me forever. The show was coming back from commercials but of course first Disney had their into. The had their logo across the screen and for a split second the word switched and I saw the fancy letter as a D. If you don’t know what I am talking about Google Disney and look closely at their logo. Now think if all your life you saw that first letter as a G but everyone told you it said Disney and you beloved them. Them years later after you have been to Disney world and you are a freshman in high school see for the first time that G was really a D and you finally realize I am dyslexic. For that split second it was a D it changed me I Brock into tears, my mom thought I was in pain because of how hard I was crying. But that night was the first time I understood what dyslexia was that it wasn’t just something people told me I have it was real. I still to this day see the D as a G but I will never forget that for a split second I saw the truth that my brain does not work and I can’t change anything about it. With my dyslexia I do not know if I am reading it wrong or saying it wrong. And after that night I second quesioned myself on every tiny word. I had my learning center teacher read every detail so I would not get it wrong. I finnish freshman year with the fear that everything I knew was wrong.