'Twas a Newcomb professor who accused me of learning to write in the dark. My husband once saw me signing checks and said "I gave you my name and that's what you did with it??"
Another instructor told me my spelling was subnormal. I would have said abnormal. When I was in school there were no learning disabled. I never understood when teachers would say if you don't know a word, look it up in the dictionary. I knew the words, all the Latin, Greek, Old English, Old French, Germanic roots, prefixes and suffixes and their meaning better than any of the other students and scored in the top 3% in College Boards. I just sometimes write letters in the wrong sequence and could never spell out loud. I also have the same problem with numbers. Differential calculus was much easier for me than simple multiplication tables. I still have trouble remembering 6x7 and 6x8. My older sister told me she tried to help me and I never could get those.
One of my son's tells me that my singing is against the Geneva Conventions and the boys would tell their friends "Watch out, my Mom will sing at you." That was a worse threat than "my Dad will get your Dad."

BUT: As one little boy I know said as he pointed upward "Don't you know that no one is perfect except Him?"

Most important is to have a sense of humor about ourselves and our situation, to have the ability to see that even though we have pain and very real problems there is help - if not today for ourselves then hopefuly someday for others, to acknowledge that there is a reason for everything even though we don't understand or like why things happen. I believe that we must have a deep faith in the Creator who knows what He is doing and who does listen to our pleas even though we don't always understand His answers.