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When i was seven years old my first-grade teacher told me that I'd never read,write or communicate properly.
She doubted that I'd ever amount to anything or go very far in life. With my learning difficulties and a diagnosis of dyslexia,
I must have shown little promise . But I made it through elementary school by asking the smartest students in the class what they got out of each subject and book.
By that point, I was already trying to overcome my teacher's challenging prediction.Not long afterward, my parents moved us from the large city of Houston, Texas , to a small town in the country,
where the nearest neighbor was a mile away.
Many of the children attending the local school were rough: on my first day, I was beaten up and left with a black eye and busted nose.
The population of the area was at a low socioeconomic level, and education wasn't high on the cultural values list , so I didn't have a team of smart boys and girls who could answer my questions about the classes.
i soon started failing.
My parents could see that I wasn't going to make it in school because of my learning difficulties, so they , like my first-grade teacher, encouraged me to pursue my love of sports instead.
Although initially I was focused on playing baseball and wanted to play professionally someday, after moving to this small town, my aspirations quickly faded.
Kids in gangs and opposing team members would attacked me when I pitched and won , so i left the baseball field for good.
Still , I had another dream: to surf bis waves . With my parents' blessing , at the age of 14,I decided to leave school and hitchhike to California, then eventually fly off to Hawaii.
My father made sure that I had a minimum of $13 with me, telling me never to carry less than that or I could be jailed for vagrancy.
My mother even had a document notarized that basically stated;" My son isn't a runaway. He's a young boy with a dream."
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