But I'll always love you, and I'll always miss you and I'll never forget that It's okay to put dragons in the jungle and tears on a tiger

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.

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

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

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

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