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When I Was About 7 Years Old, I Had Been Labeled Dyslexic. I'd Try To Concentrate On What I Was Reading, Then I'd Get To The End Of The Page And Have Very Little Memory Of Anything I'd Read. I Would Go Blank, Feel Anxious, Nervous, Bored, Frustrated, Dumb. I Would Get Angry. My Legs Would Actually Hurt When I Was Studying. My Head Ached. All Through School And Well Into My Career, I Felt Like I Had A Secret. When I'd Go To A New School, I Wouldn't Want The Other Kids To Know About My Learning Disability, But Then I'd Be Sent Off To Remedial Reading.

There Is Life In Every Breath.

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I'm Always Around My Mother And Sisters. I Always Wanted To Be A Father, A Husband.