The other day I was taking a proctored midterm exam at my local library. My feelings about exams big or small are near phobic, so I was all trembling anger and anxiety with a dash of tears.
While waiting at the front desk, I encountered a gentleman who was of a very limited reading level. He was just learning to read and based on the books he showed me was at a grade school level. We began discussing books, the ones we liked best from Dr. Seuss and such, and I realized that it is pretty awesome that I am where I am. I am all aggravated over taking exams and classes at a college level, but the knowledge my brain is able to process and comprehend is all kinds of fascinating and tremendously enriching.
I do not know if I am making myself clear, but I realized that day that I am blessed. That gentleman in line beside me is blessed, too. Whatever his natural abilities, he wants to learn more; I believe, based on our conversation, that he wants to learn as much as he can. His desire and curiosity makes him more capable than many I know who are basically illiterate because they have no interest in reading or even in learning through other mediums.
