At thirteen, I was diagnosed with kind of attention disorder. It made school1for me. When everyone else in the class was2on tasks, I could not.
In my first literature class, Mrs. Smith3us to read a story and then write on it, all within 45 minutes. I4my hand right away and said,“Mrs. Smith, you see, the doctor said I have5problems. I might not be able to do it. ”
She glanced down at me6her glasses, “you are no different from your classmates, young man. ”
I tried,7 I didn't finish the reading when the bell rang. I had to take it8.
In the quietness of my bedroom, the story9all became clear to me. It was about a blind person, Louis Braille. He lived in a time10the blind couldn't get much education. But Louis didn't give up.11, he invented a reading system of raised dots （n. 点）, which12a whole new world of knowledge to the blind.
Wasn't I the “blind” in my class, being made to learn like the “13” .students? My thoughts14out and my pen started to dance. I15the task within 40 minutes. Indeed, I was no different from others; I just needed a16place. If Louis could find his way out of his17, why should I ever give up?
I didn't18anything when I handled in my paper to Mrs. Smith, so it was quite a (an)19when it came back to me the next day- with an “A” on it. At the bottom of the paper were these20: “See what you can do when you keep trying.”
