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

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.

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

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

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

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