As the school year progressed, Denver became more and more dissatisfied with his performance on tests and homework. He wanted so for it to match his abilities with the times where he can show his skills hands-on. At one-point Denver decided there was something wrong with him, and he began to investigate the source of his difficulties. He started reading about reading differences, and one term kept being used to describe this problem. The word was dyslexia. Denver asked his parents about dyslexia, and they agreed it was not familiar to either of them.
After supper, I went to do my homework and finally got ready for bed. I was really very tired from my work shift. As I got into bed. My usual prayers for family and friends turned to work. I prayed for wisdom and grace at work. That I would learn and show competence. My fear inside was that I would fail and be embarrassed at work, or fired. After praying, I was quickly falling asleep, and I heard a tiny voice say, “You are competent.” My eyes shot open, I scanned the room for a figure or source for the voice. There was none to be found. I laid awake for some time nervously thinking about the voice. Finally, I relaxed enough again to fall asleep.
Well, a week went by, and Grace had watched the video several times a day every day. After the third time she could watch without crying, and after the fifth time, she could be less critical of her movements. By the end of the week, Grace had watched it and just enjoyed the artful beauty of the dance, not even thinking about herself. She grew in her confidence and assurance that she could perform. Shelly called her near the end of the week and asked how she was feeling. Grace and Shelly had a nice chat and agreed to meet for practice, the next day.
Conary’s teacher asked to talk with him after class that day. He went expecting to hear something about his poor performance, but he was pleasantly surprised by her assisting him in getting started on his project. With the template she had questions for Conary to answer from his knowledge she recorded these things win the appropriate places in the template. They then worked together on what Conary needed to know more about, and where he could go to get the information. She put all this together for him so that at home he would have the scaffolding to proceed with his project.
When I was very young and even later on in school, I never fully understood what anyone meant when they said they comprehended a story or understood a poem. For me reading was about getting through the words on the page, like a forester clear cutting an acre of trees. In the end my success was getting to all the trees but never seeing the forest they had created.