The best gift I received was the gift of Dyslexia. When I was first diagnosed, I was told that Dyslexia is a gift. I did not believe the people that told me this, instead I thought that Dyslexia is the horrible gift you get from your great aunt that no matter how hard you try you cannot get rid of. After many years of struggling with Dyslexia, I finally had some perspective to see how the gift of Dyslexia is not all bad. A few months after I was diagnosed, my parents allowed me to start playing golf. This sport taught me patience and helped me find an activity where I could let some energy out after a long day. Along with finding a sport to save me, Dyslexia taught me to never give up. I have learned that no matter how many times you fail,
