I was prompted to look back over my brief history of writing posts. Or is it posting that which I wrote. Whichever. I looked back and realized that I have been posting for over four years now. I wish I could say it was with success. I’m afraid that would be somewhat stretching things.

However, every now and then, I see a change a short time after I post something related to it. Of course, I’d like to lay claim. I’d like to say that that change was brought about by something I wrote. For instance, I noticed that Tide has come out with a new tide, less irritating. I did have one post specifically about how the original tide caused my wife great problems with itching and irritation. I suspect that few experienced the problem, but I felt it would be good to get the word out there to those few that did have problems.

I don’t know. Did the makers of tide read the post? More likely, someone with a little more clout wrote to the company and suggested they tone down the chemistry a little. The again, who knows, I might have been the one who told someone who told someone about the post. Then, that person with clout realized the reason he itched so bad was because he used tide. At any rate, maybe I can tell myself I had something to do with it.

I have written many posts on salvation. I am sure many disregarded it. Maybe they were even angered about it. It’s okay. If it got one more person(s) into heaven, I’ll put up with the figurative arrows. I will even put up with a few complaints. The hitch is, if I did do any good, this side of eternity, I will likely never know. So far no one has said something in the remarks.

I would hope that in four years of writing posts, one or two just might have done some good. Perhaps, I would have had more success if I had a college degree. People who have more respect for those who hav degrees, especially people who have degrees. To some degree, that is my fault. As I said in one of my posts, I have a tendency to put things off. However, it is not likely that I would have gotten a degree anyway. I’m dyslexic. Some of you who have read a few of my posts and books will notice that I have problems with words like there and their; with words like its and it’s. I know the difference between them. It just is that I habitually use the wrong one and I have a very difficult time finding them during editing. Also, I leave words, or complete phrases out. On the other hand, sometimes I use them twice. Then, sometimes I use also at the beginning of a sentence and too at the end of the sentence. I think they call that being redundant.

I also read very slowly, about 200 words a minute. I have heard of professors who assign five and six books at a time for reading. Even if I were to skim through them, I’m afraid I’d never make through two. Then there is the English part of it. Considering the way I write, do you really think I would pass a college English course. Do you think I could ever turn in an acceptable term paper. And, of course, back in the sixties, there were no word processors.

After one semester of junior college, I gave it up. I had not one clue why I did what I did. I just knew I did and that I had no hope of getting through college. So, I turned to what I did know, electronics. Oddly I had strengths in electronics everywhere I didn’t have anywhere else.

I went through aviation electronics school in thirteen weeks, second in the class. It was a sixteen-week school. I don’t have a clue as to why. When I got into electronics, I was right at home. A short time after returning from Vietnam, I went through instructor training and became an electronics instructor for three and a half years.

It was only about ten or twelve years ago that I realized I was dyslexic. Well, maybe I can’t truly say that. I have never been tested. Let’s just say I have all the traits, every one of them. Strange. When I was in school, no one seemed to notice. I had problems in reading, spelling, stuttering and the whole bit. I suppose, for fear of being found out, I covered it up. I did not want anyone to think I had a learning problem. I certainly did not anyone else to know. That would be very embarrassing.

So, here I am. Plugging away. Trying to help others avoid the mistakes I made. Trying to help people see some of pitfalls along life’s way. I hope I have helped others. I will continue to try to impart my little bit of knowledge that I have acquired, not in college, but in the school of life.

And, oh yes. Every now and then, if I can, I will bring the plan of salvation to those who have not yet heard it or understand it. If I can do that alone, I won’t mind so much being dyslexic. I will have had a life of success.

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This is an addon, a postscript, so to speak, which I thought of right after posting this post It is intended for parents. From third grade on, watch your child for signs of dyslexia. They can’t cure it, but they do have ways of living with it. Look for problems with spelling, slow reading, reading aloud. For a full list of symptoms simply look up the word. If you have suspicions, most modern-day schools have experts who can help you, if you put enough pressure on them.

If you do this, your child might not have to go through what I have.