Personal Narrative: Moving From Spain To America

When i as a kid i knew i was different from everyone. I had friends but never seen to fit in their groups. Even when there moments where I fit in most of the time I was abandon to the side. Things for me in school were more difficult than the rest. I don’t know when my parents told me that i was dyslexic, but from that time i had extra help and went into private tutors or anything to bring my grades up. Nothing that people tried would work or work enough. As a child I was ignorant about my problems and as a little kid I only saw the positive, living worry free. That ilusion broke when I move from Spain to America. I realized that I was alone. Even though my childhood had its ups and down I did not know any better, but soon I would realized to how to use my flaws to my advantage. My life experiences have taught me many things that I can use to help people. When I move I was in middle school. I began to notice how different i was from others. I found out how everyone group each other and seem to be comfortable with them. Because of lack off friends, i started to study people. I focus on their reactions and how they felt. i learn how to read people and comprehend them. I also learn how not judge and be able to see the two sides from avery and any arguments and if I could
Even in the darkest of moments i always found light, sometimes in small things like art which help me preserve the imagination that i had as a kid.One of the many things that i use daily is to go around the things that i can not do and find a way to actually do it. This little things let me connect with people and let me help them in ways that it help me. Between my antisocial personality, dyslexia and my depression i experience a rage of teachable moments which i can use to help