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

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

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

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

What would you do if you could fly?" Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. "Is that on the quiz?" I ask, grinning as I type. "I think we've studied just about everything else." Mrs. V chuckles. "I'd be scared to let go," I type. "Afraid you'd fall?" she asks. "No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away.

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