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A Tale of Two Children
by Regina Cicci, Ph.D.
This is a tale about two real children. They both read at a third
grade level but are different with very different needs.
Adapted from The Communicator (newsletter of the Puget Sound Branch,
IDA) Read more >>
Personal Story from Jo
I had been reading the dyslexia newsletter stories and as always
I was comforted by the fact that I'm not alone. It's nice to know
that others realize that the road maps in our brains aren't all
the same. It's OK to learn in a different way--it's OK not to be
just like everybody else--even if sometimes I wish I were. Read
more >>
The Walleyed Pike
from Dr. James Dobson's Focus on the Family May 2001
Let me tell you something interesting about the walleyed pike, a
large fish with a prodigious appetite for minnows. Something surprising
happens when a plate of glass is slipped into a tank of water, placing
the walleye on one side and minnows on the other. The walleye can't
see the glass and solidly hits the barrier in pursuit of its dinner.
Again and again it swims into the glass and bumps whatever one calls
the front end of a walleye. Read
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A Typical Day OF Debbie The Dyslexic
By Cecilia Laverty A 16 year old high school junior
It's about 6:59 on Monday morning. Dawn has begun and the stars
are still visible. Debbie is startled out of her familiar "late
for school" nightmare. She peers through her sleepy eyes to read
the time. "Phew, it's only 5:59. I have another hour!" She rolls
over and quickly becomes warm and cozy once again. An hour later
she wakes up and the clock reads 7:59, not 6:59 like she expected.
Debbie shoots out of bed and races off to school. Read
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Coryell Airs a Secret
Sports Illustrated (9/20/99)
Don Coryell drew up the plays that helped him become the only coach
in football to win 100 games on both the college and pro levels.
But 60 years ago, standing at a blackboard in his Seattle junior
high school, Coryell couldn't diagram a sentence if his life depended
on it. Read more >>
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Beatitudes
Blessed are you who take the time to listen to difficult speech,
for you help me to know that if I persevere, I can be understood.
Blessed are you who never bid me to "hurry up" and take my
tasks from me and do them for me, for often I need time rather
than help.
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