As a teenager，school was difficult for me. I had a kind of 1 disorder，which means I couldn't direct my attention to what I was doing. So when everyone else in the class was centering their attention on tasks，I could not.
In my first 2 class，Mrs. Smith asked us to read a story and then write on it，all finished in 45 minutes. I immediately put up my hand and said，"Mrs. Smith，you see，the doctor said I have attention problems. I might not 3 the task. "
She looked down at me through her glasses，saying，"You are not different from your 4 ，young man. "With her encouragement，I tried. But I didn't finish the reading 5 when the bell rang. I had to take it home.
In the quietness of my bedroom，the story suddenly all became 6 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 7 . Instead，he invented a reading system of raised dots，which opened a whole new world of knowledge to the 8 .
Wasn't I "blind" in my class，being made to learn like the "sighted" students?With thoughts running through my head，I found myself 9 attracted in reading and writing. I completed the task in less than 40 minutes. I realized that I wasn't different from others. I just need a 10 place. If Louis could find his way out of his problem，why should I give up?
I didn't expect anything when I handed in my paper to Mrs. Smith，so it was quite 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. "
