People like to imagine that their life is full of epiphanies and extraordinary journeys to arrive at the current state we are in, but in reality this is not usually the case. My extraordinary journey to the importance of literacy is not my own but my brothers. My brother was born with constant ear issues; he was constantly having horrible ear infections. His inner ears were not draining. This caused him to be partially deaf in one ear and completely deaf in the other. Up until the age of three he was in and out of hospitals in attempt to allow him to hear again. This would soon cause huge setbacks in his literacy. With these setbacks I learned the importance of literacy and the true action that words hold. After years of pain and anguish, they
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I would walk into the book store. It was not the typical library. Each book had been refurbished. To others they were old and used, but to me each book was loved. Each book had markings and tears, where someone would stay up late at night near a cup of wine and coffee not able to put the book down. These books were loved. Read over and over again. Each page flipped through folded at the edges to hold the spot of a play, a pause, to be continued. I was honored to be the next to hold these pages. I would walk three miles a day to run my ringers along each and every page. I read a span of books from a book on love letters to books on histology. “To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the anxiety that attacks us when we try to say something true about the world. This is the consoling function of narrative — the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time.” (Umberto Eco, Six Walks in the Fictional Woods, Pg. 87) Each and every escape life through literacy. Through speaking and reading, we create a world that has yet to …show more content…
We stare at pieces of dead trees hallucinating.
Whether it was my brothers story or mine, we share it. I saw him watch our lips. I saw him read our minds, but without hearing so many things were not the same. There is so much to love that is taken for granted. The power of each and every word is taken for granted whether it is to demonstrate love or sports. Read each word. Replay each
I would walk into the book store. It was not the typical library. Each book had been refurbished. To others they were old and used, but to me each book was loved. Each book had markings and tears, where someone would stay up late at night near a cup of wine and coffee not able to put the book down. These books were loved. Read over and over again. Each page flipped through folded at the edges to hold the spot of a play, a pause, to be continued. I was honored to be the next to hold these pages. I would walk three miles a day to run my ringers along each and every page. I read a span of books from a book on love letters to books on histology. “To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the anxiety that attacks us when we try to say something true about the world. This is the consoling function of narrative — the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time.” (Umberto Eco, Six Walks in the Fictional Woods, Pg. 87) Each and every escape life through literacy. Through speaking and reading, we create a world that has yet to …show more content…
We stare at pieces of dead trees hallucinating.
Whether it was my brothers story or mine, we share it. I saw him watch our lips. I saw him read our minds, but without hearing so many things were not the same. There is so much to love that is taken for granted. The power of each and every word is taken for granted whether it is to demonstrate love or sports. Read each word. Replay each