I would like you to know something: I'm smart, and I'm proud of it. Of course, I may not appear to be proud of it.
You know, like today in class when in a brief moment of confidence, I raised my hand and I told the teacher my take on a piece of figurative language. Though she was amazed at the depth of my take, I felt terribly embarrassed: While I talked, the entire class laughed. Nobody made a joke, or a funny face. They were just laughing at me. I wanted to cry.
I wanted to take back that moment of courage and trade it for a hundred opportunities I would miss because of a lack of courage.
But you know what? It was worth it. It was worth it because of all the times kids picked of my limp. Because of all the times my joints cracked and people stared at me. Because of all the times I cried from when I pushed myself to keep up with the kids so they wouldn't laugh at me again.
It was worth to be laughed at because of something I am proud of and have confidence in, rather than something I couldn't help at all.