By this time in June, everyone should have a special graduation story of their own, but I wanted to save one to share with you.
A few weeks ago, my son graduated from a public high school in California and will begin his freshman year at UC Berkeley in the fall.
I share this information not to brag as a proud father, but to be instructive and hopeful — especially if you have a child who is dyslexic.
That was my son’s hardship. Half-White, half-Asian, with a Latino last name. Racism? Diversity? That was no problem for my mixed-race son.
But dyslexia nearly sank him.
Indeed, we were told he would never be better than a C-student, let alone be accepted in the top public university in California.
My wife and I were told as early as my son’s third-grade year (and by more than one teacher) that he would never really read well enough to succeed in school.
