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so many times it was sent to your phonological/long
                                             term memory and stayed there until the next line came

                                             through your working memory. Think of it as words
                                             going from one chamber of the brain to the next. In the

                                             classroom teachers use activities called ‘chunking’ and
                                             ‘get the gist’ to strengthen a child’s working memory.
                                             If a child has a severe deficit in their working memory

                                             activities need to be more focused and it takes time to
                                             correct. A child with a working memory deficit reads

                                             a sentence, by the time his eyes get to the end of the
                                             sentence the words at the beginning of the sentence have
                                             faded away. Remediation takes time.



                                              There was a special light in David’s eyes. I saw him. This
                                             little boy, as time after time he would lay open a book or

                                             magazine in front of me with a picture of a bridge. His
                                             little finger would trace a line on the picture. “See this
                                             line?” “It is what holds up the bridge.” On another day

                                             his finger would trace the picture saying, “This is not a
                                             strong bridge, it needs a line here.” or another time, “I

                                             would put a line here on this bridge.” I saw him. I could
                                             see in my mind’s eye a bridge in the future glistening in
                                             the sunlight. A bridge the descendants of my children

                                             would cross. I could see in my mind’s eye a bridge that
                                             glowed under the light of a full moon with lines in all the

                                             right places. I stood across desks. “Please don’t do this.”
                                             “Do not label him and put him in a box he doesn’t fit in.”
                                             “It takes time.” Time was taken away. Eyes grew duller,

                                             freckles no longer danced across his face, only crawled.
                                             This I saw as we passed in the hallways. The future had

                                             disappeared. Bridges would not be built.


                                             I promised myself I would not stand in the middle of my

                                             soap box and shout to the world, “We are destroying the
                                             bridges to our future.” No, instead, I will stand on one corner
                                             of my soap box and whisper, “Life is about the bridges we

                                             can build. Our children are the bridges to the future.”



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