I’m gifted. At least, that’s what my folks were told back when I was in 5th grade. So they put me in different school for a couple of years, which was really nice of them, since it meant mom had to carpool a few of us “gifted” kids to and fro. (Never mind that fact that my older brother, who was not recognized as “gifted”, went on to be the Purdue engineer, celebrated in his field as international keynote and author, widely traveled, as well as musician/artist on the side. Yeah, don’t overestimate manmade “tests” for gifted-ness….just saying.)
Right, so here I am, gifted. Of course, a gift is something that is innately given, something for which the receiver has no claim to credit, nothing they can legitimately boast about, because it’s, well…a gift.
Which, clearly, can come in all forms, some of which are recognized and valued, some of which are undisclosed and certainly undervalued. And, just as obviously (at least, to me, maybe that’s part of my “gifted-ness”), what Continue reading “Not about me?”