My 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Keichle, helped me through a lot of dark days in my childhood. She, believed in me, and my shop teacher too, Mr. Holmes, woodshop. My own parents lost their belief in me, when I was growing up because I was different, born with a disease, Hyperactivity Attention Deficit. Back in that time, this was about when the doctors first discovered this disease, and they themselves, didn’t know how to treat the disorder. I went to see doctor after doctor. But, i didn’t ask to be born like this, they brought me here and couldn’t deal with it. Don’t get me wrong, I do love my parents, very much so. Well, these two teachers, took special interest in me. I grew up to be a carpenter and here I am, writing this excerpt about her, My Teacher … Life’s Memory!