Ned Kalata Tawkify Meaningful Connections Scholarship
When I was in third grade, I suddenly developed a stutter. Almost overnight, something as simple as answering a question in class became intimidating. I began speaking less because I hated the way I sounded. With every stumble over my words, I became more self-conscious, eventually withdrawing into silence in situations where I might otherwise have spoken.
My mother refused to let that silence define me.
As a certified district nurse, she recognized early that the stutter needed to be addressed directly. She found a speech pathologist and, for the next year, left work early every Wednesday to take me to therapy. My younger sister would sit with her in the waiting room while I worked through breathing exercises, pacing strategies, and speaking techniques that initially felt frustrating and unnatural.
What shaped me most was not only the therapy itself, but the way my parents approached it. My mother learned the tools alongside me. At home, she modeled patient communication by slowing conversations down, looking directly at me when I spoke, and never finishing my sentences. My parents also worked closely with my Catholic grade school, asking teachers not to call on me unexpectedly or draw attention to my speech so I would not feel embarrassed in front of my classmates. Rather than allowing the stutter to define me, they created an environment where I felt supported enough to keep trying.
With each week of therapy, my confidence slowly began to return. I imagined myself carrying an invisible “tool belt” of strategies I could rely on when speaking became difficult. Over time, I started to speak more freely again, even when it still felt uncomfortable.
Around that same time, I developed a strong interest in presidential history. Since kindergarten, I had been fascinated by presidents and government, memorizing facts and stories about each administration. When my elementary school talent show approached, I decided to perform as the “Presidential Historian,” reciting every United States president in order along with a fact about each one.
For a third grader working through a stutter, standing on a stage in front of a full gymnasium would have been intimidating under any circumstance. Yet my parents never discouraged me. They never asked, “What if you stutter?” Instead, they trusted I could do it long before I believed it myself.
I still remember a moment during that time when my cousin asked me on a family vacation why I talked the way I did. Because of the confidence my parents had instilled in me, I remember simply saying, “We are all unique.” At the time, it felt like a small answer. Looking back, it reflected something much larger, how I had started to see myself, not through the lens of limitation, but through understanding.
Today, I am twenty one years old, a recent graduate of Texas Christian University, and preparing to begin law school. There are still moments when I occasionally get stuck on words, but I no longer see those moments as something to hide. Earlier this year, I gave a presentation in one of my final classes at TCU. Afterward, my professor emailed me to say I had “great stage presence,” strong engagement, and should continue speaking in front of people after graduation. Years earlier, I would have avoided that situation entirely. The first people I shared that message with were my parents, because the confidence behind it was not built alone.
My relationship with my parents, especially my mother, has shaped the way I connect with others. Through their patience and consistency, I learned to listen without rushing people and to let others speak in their own time. That mindset carries directly into my work at a criminal defense law firm, where I interview incarcerated clients who often feel dismissed or unheard. In those conversations, I try to do something simple but important, give people space to speak, and actually listen when they do.
What began as a childhood struggle with speech became the foundation for how I understand communication and relationships. My parents taught me that confidence is not always loud or immediate, it is built quietly through patience, repetition, and belief in someone before they fully believe in themselves. That is something I still carry with me in every conversation I have, and something I try to extend to others whenever I can.