So today I was in training and we were all asked: "How would your life be different if you weren't literate?".
Well, that would take at least 500 pages and a few Cd's of accompanying music for effect to answer that; since I only had 5 minutes this is what I came up with:
Instead of being here, I'd probably be somewhere in Portland, Maine working as an urchin diver struggling with inner ear problems. I'd be trying to make ends meet in some ramshackle apartment on Munjoy Hill (the Queens of Portland) with a no-good, no-account former farm league baseball player turned part time trucker named Larry. Every Valentines Day Larry would promise me: "It's OK baby, I'll get you a ring this year, I promise, after you have this baby".
Then the time ran out and we had to stop, and I was sad that I didn't have the chance to figure out how many rooms my apartment had or what my cranky landlady would look like. That is how my mind works.