Being Different

Not every kid knows what it’s like to start grammar school with their teacher standing up in front of the class and say, “This is Alex, he is a little bit different.”  What does this mean?  Why am I different here if I have never been treated different at home?  This drove me to never be seen as different.  Throughout grammar school I did whatever I could to be seen as normal.  As I approached high school I realized that if I wanted to go to the school of my choice, De La Salle, I would have to use a mobility scooter to get around and would definitely be seen as different.  Instead of shying away from this, I embraced it and it was the best decision I ever made.  All of the students respected my passion to achieve the same goal that they were after of graduating high school.  To this day I continue to be myself no matter what people think because if God decided to make me this way, then I should be proud of his work.

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