Falling through the cracks or Just dropped there.
As someone with ADD I know about being misunderstood. At a young age I
discovered my difficulty of keeping my peachy folders organized with my
school work. Than there were the parent teacher conferences where the
comments "She is a nice girl, if only she could pay attention." I had a
love hate relationship with Math since around 6th grade. This was all in
my school life.
At home I was the trivia pursuit gal. I knew Bible, historical,
geographical, and pop art. I read books wanting to go to a world where I
was accepted. No need for math or neatness. I was my own person.
As a young adult I learned about how my mind was different. I couldn’t
believe that I was smart or even good at anything. I used my skills to
find my talents. My kindness was finally useful.
Now going into my 3rd year abroad I see things differently. Children
like me are labeled in their own way. Have a physical disability like
clubbed feet or missing parts? You get set aside or not even seen. You
are a beggar or worse nothing at all.
My mom volunteers at a rehabilitation community where patients come with
clubbed feet, polio, and various deformities. Those who stay on campus
are children healing from surgeries to help them. They look at her as a
hero because she knows what it’s like to be different. Look past the
wheelchair and the brace you see someone who faced the challenges head
People can rise up from the cracks and say "Yes I can!" I am still
learning this. I have someone who reminds me that even with my quirks I
can still inspire someone dropped at that same crack.