April 3, 2015

I wish my dyslexia would not make this as hard as it is. You know how I always hated writing, but I am doing it for you.

Remember that day we went to the beach and I couldn't read that sign? I remember how you laughed and shook your head telling me it said, "It's a steal not a deal." And when I blurted out "Like that commercial?" You snorted and asked if I could see.

"Yeah," I said shyly. I was so embarrassed you would laugh and leave me if you knew that I was dyslexic. I was worried that a smart and talented girl like you would leave me because I felt so stupid and hopeless but when I said that I had dyslexia you smiled and whispered in my ear that you also were dyslexic. Just not as bad as me. I was amazed that a girl withhigh grades in English and Grammar writing like you would have dyslexia. I asked how you could cope with the struggle of reading and writing and you replied wisely.

"A blind person doesn't sit down all day and give up because they can't see, instead they find a seeing eye dog or they use a cane to help them. A deaf and mute person doesn't give up on communicating, they basically learn a whole new language so they can communicate with others.  So I found something to help me. Instead of giving up I tackled my problem and I never gave up. All I wanted to do was read like a normal person so I learned how to. Now I can read pretty good. I guess."

You encouraged me to practice my reading and writing. You showed me that no matter what, I could be a better person than who I was. Instead of looking at my flaws I should do what I can to improve them. I did. And even if I am not 100% there I know that my writing and reading has improved and it is all because of you. My sweet angel.

I have to go but I love you. 

                                              Love, Wes