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.

It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.

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.

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.

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

Do not let anyone stop you from succeding