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

Do not let anyone stop you from succeding

[A] person is so much more than the name of a diagnosis on a chart.

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.

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.

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. 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.