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

Go ahead and cry, Andy. Don't be afraid of those tears. Sometimes they help to wash the soul clean.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

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 you know what courage is? I guess you don't. Do you know that the courage it took at that moment - to actually blow yourself away - was more than enough courage to keep on living?

Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

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