At thirteen, I was in my secondary school. I was diagnosed with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder(ADHD注意缺陷多动障碍). It made school difficult for me. When everyone else in the class was focusing on tasks, I could not.
In my first literature class, Mrs. Smith asked us to read a story and then write about it, all within 45 minutes. I raised my hand right away and said, "Mrs. Smith, you see, the doctor said I have attention problems. I might not be able to do it. "
She glanced down at me through her glasses, "You are not different from your classmates, young man. "
I tried, but I didn't finish the reading when the bell rang. I got upset. I had to take it home.
In the quietness of my bedroom, the story suddenly all became clear to me. It was about a blind person, Louis Braille. He lived in a time when the blind couldn't get much education. But Louis didn't give up. Instead, he invented a reading system of raised dots(点), which opened up a whole new world of knowledge to the blind.
Wasn't I the "blind" one in my class, being made to learn like the "sighted" students? My thoughts flowed and my pen started to dance. I completed the task within 40 minutes. Indeed, I was not different from others: I just needed a quieter place. Now that Louis could find his way out of his problems, why should I ever give up?I didn't expect anything when I handed in my paper to Mrs. Smith, so it was quite a surprise when it came back to me the next day—with an "A" on it. At the bottom of the paper were these words:"See what you can do when you keep trying. "
I was grateful to Mrs. Smith. It was she that made me realize that I didn't lack anything. I am not different from others.