A Founder With Third Grade Grammar

I do not know what happened to my two brothers and I, but we somehow could not learn. Out of the three of us, I'm the one who can somewhat write. If you read any of my brother Tim's letters, you'd think he was in third grade. He is actually deceased as well as my brother Mark, whom just passed away this past March. Tim also passed away in March, just fifteen years ago. Maybe I'm next, I don't know. 

The one thing we had in common beside an intense struggle with life was the fact we sucked at learning. 

I think that no one has ever commented on my blog, because they would somehow be shamed if they comment on an article that is ridden with incorrect grammar usage. Oh, I use grammar helpers, and still, I cannot let my mind escape, because my fingers cannot type the expressions without the understanding of all the grammar rules. 

It's funny, I use Ginger and it seems so so. Then I hit publish on my Wordpress blog and it comes in and says that I have done all kinds of things incorrectly. It makes me feel like a super big idiot failure! 

How will any VC, Angel or potential user, believe in my idea if they read this worthless crap I write? I have run into grammar police plenty of times and well, it's just way too hard for them to read this crap. I can understand that.

This is like my golf handicap. I struggle with all the educational skills we were to learn while growing up. You really don't know what it's like to be 52 years old and write like a third grader. It's super hard to be trapped in a lifelong learning disability. And yes, I do believe I have one. It's called if I don't use it, I lose it, if I don't understand it, I can't make it make sense in my brain, it's called, if I wasn't building startups maybe I'd have time to spend on learning to understand what I missed out on in early education. 

I don't have the time, because I'm learning all kinds of other things that take up my time to build. So I use the grammar helpers, and I'm thankful for them, yet it's still not a full proof answer. I am so frustrated. I want to express myself and it all comes out in a way that only makes sense in my brain. No one else knows my brain code.

Here is one of the saddest letters I have ever read, written by my brother Mark.

If you are able to read this, just add 10x worse for my brother Tim's writing.

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Yeah, I'm kind of sad tonight.