When you’re young its hard to be different, especially if the difference is that you lack a basic skill. But at an early age Jacqui Martin learned that it helps if you don’t have to stand alone.
I sat in catechism class, prepared to learn about Jesus. I was 9 years old and I had a secret.
I didn’t know how to read.
I spotted a stack of Bibles and my heart dropped. I felt my skin burn and my face turn red when Mrs. Darcy passed out the thick books. I felt small, weak, and isolated.
We opened the Bibles and I sat quietly, staring at little scribbles in dark ink. What does it say? What does it all mean? How do letters in ink form an entire language? How is each word pronounced? How do I tell the whole class I don’t know how to read?