She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

Words. I'm surrounding by thousands of words. Maybe millions...Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs...I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.

It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.

Do not let anyone stop you from succeding

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.