You are not as good as your best success; you are not as bad as your worst failure.

Once there was a boy called Samar. He was born with dyslexia and speech disorder.

The boy struggled really hard reading because of dyslexia. He couldn’t identify speech sounds and how they would look like letters in the paper. Sometimes he could not even say his own name properly. He could not play with his so called “normal” friends because he could not keep up his pace with them.

Since he had special needs he had a special home tutor for himself.

His friends loved to tease and make fun of him. Most of the time he would not understand what his friends were trying to do. Even on his birthday, they did not stop. When he went to play in the playground they brought him a birthday cap that had ‘I am an idiot’ written on it. They had also brought a small cake with “happy birthday duffer”, written in cake icing.

Samar had turned 10 years old but his friends only put the candle with ‘0’ on the cake. They removed the candle ‘1’ deliberately because according to them Samar was as intelligent as a newborn.

They changed the lyrics of “Happy birthday to you” to “Happy birthday dear fool”.

Samar though did not understand a thing his friends were saying, he did recognize the birthday cap and cake. He thought his friends were actually celebrating the occasion.

He reached home cheerfully and told his parents how thoughtful his friends were to celebrate his birthday. How well his friends treated him, sang songs, brought a cake. He showed them his birthday cap too.

His mother enveloped him in a tight embrace and cried. She understood the real meaning behind the behaviour. His friends had mistreated her dear child. She, however, did not tell him anything. She could not break the boy’s heart. The poor boy thought his mother was crying in happiness.

Samar understood what actually happened to him when he told everything to his private tutor. His tutor told him, gently but firmly that the affection was not out of camaraderie but of ridicule.

The boy was heartbroken. He cursed himself for being a disabled person. He cursed God for making him healthy and normal like other boys.

He stopped going to school. He stopped talking to his parents. He even stopped eating. He cooped himself up in his room, door locked from outside. His parents at first tried to soothe him, beg him to come out of the room then let him be. He needed some time to himself after all.

In the solitude of his room, Samar wallowed himself in self- pity. He moped around, cursed God, felt miserable. But after a few days, he understood that hiding in the cocoon of his room would not change his predicament.

He decided to show the world he could achieve anything. He began studying harder than before, asked for help from his school teachers as well as from his private tutor. He frequently visited doctors and took speech therapy. Whenever he felt low he would watch motivational youtube videos and listen to inspirational audiobooks.

After a span of time, he could feel the improvement in himself. His marks skyrocketed. He was a model student for his school. But he did stop playing with those bullies. There was no point in harbouring bad blood. He ignored them.

Samar’s parents were delighted with their son’s achievement. Their boy was bestowed with numerous trophies and medals for his exemplary performance by the school.

Samar even had started to play guitar. Everyone was astonished and impressed by the feats of this challenged child.

Samar had a dream. He wanted to be a doctor and help all the dyslexic children so that they can soar in the sky and fulfil their dreams too.

He completed M.B.B.S. and specialised in Opthalmology. He interned in one of the most reputed hospitals and after having enough experience and money he began his private practice. He used 20% of his earnings to provide free care for dyslexic people.

Over a period of time, he opened his clinics all over the country. His hard work and services were recognized by the government and he was conferred Padma Shri.

His work was also recognized globally and was included in the curriculum for students. He was honoured as the best social entrepreneur with a legacy to be remembered forever.

Moral: You are not as good as your best success; you are not as bad as your worst failure.

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