It wasn’t long after Jacob Pinckney began sneaking into his mom’s office to borrow her nursing books and soak up knowledge that he began nursing dreams of donning a long white coat.
Becoming a doctor — a parent’s dream job for a child.
However, for Jacob, his self-proclaimed prognosis abruptly flat-lined before it ever really breathed life.
Early on, his parents noticed Jacob flouted developmental milestones. He struggled to read beginner books. When it came to writing, his brain seemed to operate faster than his fingers could keep up.
Teachers segregated him during tests because they reckoned Jacob would die of embarrassment during tests. Though well intentioned, he was slowly dying from isolation.