Gabrielle M PurcellGabrielle Purcell was born in 1985 with the gift as a 'picture thinker'. She could manage any Rubics cube in less than a minute, recite every storybook that was read to her after the first reading. With the memory of an elephant filled with vibrant, appy energy and surrounded by a loving, accomplished family as a child, all was blissful. At the age of 8 she would swim over 13 lengths of an Olympic sized pool without becoming breathless, had generated numerous friends she loved to play with, had no issues with keeping her room clean and participating in all household chores, apparently loving her life. And then there was school, the third grade, where her dyslexia would be revealed. Third grade is an age where children are tasked with reading and writing. This period in their lives will dawn and separate one child from another. A horrible period where an entity new in the world, ready to grasp all concepts to master in their own individuality may meet with a serious roadblock...a learning disability with no repurcussions prior. It was at this time in Gabbys life where she faced a realization that the world would not be that happy playground where she could mold her reality any way she desired. She learned a new word, stress, which would grow throughout her educational career further attempting to divide her from what was possible to what would become manageable. The age of 8 is also where teachers begin to imply the necessity to force children with a drug to sedate and force focus in the classroom. That magical age where a 'soon to be adult' observes the behavior of adults around her as they deal with forcing a round peg into a square hole. The drugs that were insisted upon her made her ill. She became unhappy that she had been ostracized by the 'norm' and felt unacceptable for the first time in her life. Where to go with all this emotional drama with the brain of an 8 year old? She was forced to change. Change what? Defying societal norms, her mother supported Gabbys desire to forego the drugs and allowed her to partake in the skills on how to manage running a household and very similarly, a business. By high school, Gabby determined to 'hang it up'. She quit school and took her artistic talents, her gift of gab, her ability to memorize and recite, her natural ability to size people up, her compassion and ability to forgive others of their shortcomings and embarked out into the world on her own without a 'diploma' that is so highly regarded in American society. The world was a more navigable place than her schooling had insistently indicated. She generated circumstances where no one was unhappy with her being different while skillfully weaving situations where everyone experienced 'win-win' due to her ability to interpret people's needs, wants and desires. Starting at the bottom without a high school education would become a mute point by the time Gabby was in her mid-20's. She became highly valued by employers by being exactly who she was. The skills she honed endeared her to successful entrepreneurs who found her ability to deal with the public invaluable. Gabby in her mid-30's had developed a career that witnessed her innate talents providing her all she could ever want. Happily married with a beautiful son, a sporty car, a 'baby mobile', a beautiful home nestled in a city she chose to move to, a city she loved. Her income provided her all the luxuries of middle class with medical and dental coverage, manageable finances, the ability to house and tend to her father along with all her other duties to family and society. She grew the company who employed her from hundreds of thousands to millions within a few short years defying the 'labels' that had been placed upon her from the age of 8. You will find very few books in her home today as a reminder to her past struggles. You will find instead a cell phone, a cell phone she wields like a Samarai with a scathe. Read More Read Less