I am dyslexic and I choose to reveal that part of myself. I see dyslexia is a gift. I have learned to listen actively to what people are saying to me, and not pay attention to what many would call ‘mistakes’. In this busy world we live in, everything goes so fast and must be perceived as ‘perfect’. People get hung up on their ‘mistakes’ and forget to live. My dyslexia is part of who I am. Wild animals need someone willing to take action, regardless of what the world may see as their ‘shortcomings. This who I am, and I am proud of it.