Charles. I turned twelve the other day. If you noticed, I'm
typing this letter. Sometimes it's hard for me to write, you
know. It's this thing called dysgraphia. I also have Attention
Deficit Disorder-oftentimes learning disabilities accompany
A.D.D. My IQ was tested at 140, but if you graded my cursive,
you'd think I was dumb.
could hold a pencil the right way. I never could color in the
lines. Every ime I would try, my hand would cramp up and the
letters would come out sloppy, the lines too dark, and the
marker would get all over my hands. Nobody wanted to switch
papers with me to grade them because they couldn't read them.
Keith could, but he moved away.
brain doesn't sense what my hand is doing. I can feel the
pencil, but the message doesn't get through right. I have to
grip the pencil tighter so my brain knows that I have it in my
much easier for me to explain things by talking than it is to
write. I'm really good at dictating, but my teachers don't
always let me. If I am asked to write an essay on my trip to
Washington and Philadelphia, it's like a punishment. But if I
can dictate it, or just get up and talk about it, I can tell
everyone about the awesomeness of seeing the Declaration of
Independence in the National Archives or the feeling of true
patriotism that rushed through me when I stood in the room
where our founding fathers debated the issues of
got graded on art, I'd fail for sure. There are so many things
I can picture in my mind, but my hands just don't draw it the
way I see it.
It's okay. I'm not complaining. I'm really
doing fine. You see, you gave me a wonderful mind and a great
sense of humor. I'm great at figuring things out, and I love
to debate. We have some great Bible discussions in class, and
that's where I really shine.
to be a lawyer when I group up, a trial lawyer in fact. I know
I'd be good at that. I would be responsible for researching
the crime, examining the evidence and truthfully presenting
have told me that you made me special when you said that I am
fearfully and wonderfully made. You have assured me that you
will see me through, and that you have plans for me to give me
a future and hope.
parents want to help me, so they bought me a laptop to take to
school. My teacher is the best this year! I am allowed to do a
lot of my work on the computer. We have a character trait book
due every Friday, and guess what? She lets me use Print Shop
Deluxe for the artwork. For the first time, I'll be able to
show everyone some of the things I have in my
this is a thank-you letter, just to let you know I'm doing
fine. Life's hard sometimes, but you know what? I accept the
challenge. I have the faith to see myself through anything.
Thanks for making me me. Thanks for loving me unconditionally.
Thanks for everything.
© From the Chicken Soup for the Kid's