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MymouthfeltdryasIfollowedmymotherintothedoctorsrivateofficeandsankintoaaddedchairnexttohers。Thisdoctordidntcarryastethoscoe。Hehadaroomfullofgadgetsandgizmostoanalyzethelearningabilitiesoffailingstudents。Thatdayhehadanalyzedme。

Heshuffledaersandjabbedhiswireframeglasseswithaforefinger。“Imsorrytotellyouthis，Mrs。Dow，butPeterhasdyslexia。Afairlyseverecase。”

Iswallowedandtriedtobreathe。Thedoctorwenton。“Hellneverreadabovethefourth-gradelevel。Sincehewontbeabletocomletehighschoolrequirements，Isuggestyouenrollhiminatradeschoolwherehecanlearntoworkwithhishands。”

Ididntwanttogototradeschool。Iwantedtobeareacher，likemydad。Myeyesfilledwithtears，butIforcedthemback。Atwelve-year-oldwastoobigtocry。

Momstoodu，soIjumedtomyfeet，too。“Thankyou，Doctor，”shesaid。“Comealong，Peter。”

Wedrovehomewithoutsayingmuch。Ifeltnumb。Dyslexia?Idneverheardtheworduntillastweek。Sure，Iwasalwaystheslowestkidinmyclass。DuringrecessIhadasecialhidinglacebehindashrub。ThereIwouldcrybecauseIcouldntdomylessonsnomatterhowhardItried。

Ofcourse，Inevertoldmymomaboutthatartofschool。Iwastooashamed。Ididntwanttoworryher，either。Shehadenoughonhermindwithteachingschoolfull-timeandtakingcareofDad，mytwobrothers，mysisterandme。

MomandIarrivedhomebeforetherestofthefamily。Iwasglad。Iwantedsometimealone。Withmychinalmosttouchingmychest，Iulledoffmycoatandhungitinthecloset。WhenIturnedaroundmymotherwasstandingrightinfrontofme。Shedidntsayanything。Shejuststoodtherelookingintomyeyeswithtearsrunningdownhercheeks。Seeinghercrywastoomuchforme。BeforeIknewwhatwashaening，Iwasinherarmsbawlinglikeabigbaby。Afewminuteslater，sheledmeintothelivingroomtothecouch。

“Sitdown，honey。Iwanttotalktoyou。”

Irubbedmyeyeswithmysleeveandwaited，luckingatthecreaseinmytrousers。

“Youheardwhatthedoctorsaidaboutyournotfinishingschool。Idontbelievehim。”

Istoedsnifflingandlookedather。Hermildblueeyessmiledintomine。Behindthemlayanironwill。“Wellhavetoworkveryhard，youandI，butIthinkwecandoit。NowthatIknowwhattheroblemis，wecantrytoovercomeit。Imgoingtohireatutorwhoknowsaboutdyslexia。Illworkwithyoumyselfeveningsandweekends。”Hereyebrowsdrewdownassheeeredatme。“Areyouwillingtowork，Peter?Doyouwanttotry?”

Arayofhoeshonethroughthehazyfuture。“Yes，Mom。Iwanttorealhad。”

Thenextsixyearswereanendurancerunforbothofus。IstudiedwithatutortwiceaweekuntilIcouldhaltinglyreadmylessons。Eachnight，mymomandIsatatmylittledeskandrehearsedthatdaysschoolworkforatleasttwohours，sometimesuntilmidnight。Wedrilledfortestsuntilmyheadoundedandtherintblurredbeforemyeyes。Atleasttwiceaweek，Iwantedtoquit。Ihadthestrengthofakitten，butmymomscourageneverwavered。

Shedriseearlytorayovermyschoolday。AthousandtimesIheardhersay，“Lord，oenPetersmindtoday。Helhimrememberthethingswestudied。”

HervisionreachedbeyondthethreeRs。TwiceIwonatstatewideseechcometitions。Iarticiatedinschoolrogramsandearnedalicensetoworkasanannounceronalocalradiostation。

Thenmymotherdeveloedchronicmigrainesduringmysenioryear。Sheblamedtheheadachesonstress。Somedaystheintenseainketherinbed。Stillshedcometomyroomintheevening，wearingherrobe，aniceackinherhand，tostudywithme。

WelaughedandcriedwhenIassedmyseniorfinals。TwodaysbeforegraduationItalkedtomymotherandfatheraboutBiblecollege。Iwantedtogo，butIwasafraid。

Momsaid，“AlyattheBibleInstituteinourtown。Youcanliveathome，andIllhelyou。”

Iutmyarmsaroundherandhuggedherclose，abaseball-sizedluminmythroat。

Aweekaftergraduation，mymomfeltastabbingaininherhead。Shebecamedisorientedforjustamoment，butseemedtobeallright。Itwasanothermigraine，shethought，soshewenttobed。ThatnightDadtriedtowakeher。Shewasunconscious。

Afewhourslater，awhite-coateddoctortoldusMomhadananeurysmthathadburst。Amassivehemorrhageleftusnohoe。Shediedtwodayslater。

Mygriefalmostdrownedme。ForweeksIwalkedthefloorallnight，sometimesweeing，sometimesstaringatnothing。DidIhaveafuturewithoutmymother?Shewasmyeyes，myunderstanding，mylife。ShouldIstillenrollinBibleschool?Thethoughtofgoingonalonefilledmewithterror。But，deeinside，IknewIhadtomoveontothenextste，forher。

WhenIbroughthomethefirstsemestersbooksandcourseoutlines，Isatinthechairatmylittledesk。Withtremblingfingers，Ioenedmyhistorybookandbegantoreadthefirstchater。Suddenly，Ilookedoveratthechairsheusedtositin。Itwasemty，butmyheartwasfull。

Momsrayersstillfollowedme。Icouldfeelherresence。Icouldsenseherfaith。