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1 " Thoughts need words. Words need a voice. "
― Sharon M. Draper , Out of My Mind
2 " Words.I’m surrounded by thousands of words. Maybe millions. Cathedral. Mayonnaise. Pomegranate.Mississippi. Neapolitan. Hippopotamus.Silky. Terrifying. Iridescent.Tickle. Sneeze. Wish. Worry.Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes—each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs.From the time I was really little—maybe just a few months old—words were like sweet, liquid gifts, and I drank them like lemonade. I could almost taste them. They made my jumbled thoughts and feelings have substance. My parents have always blanketed me with conversation. They chattered and babbled. They verbalized and vocalized. My father sang to me. My mother whispered her strength into my ear.Every word my parents spoke to me or about me I absorbed and kept and remembered. All of them.I have no idea how I untangled the complicated process of words and thought, but it happened quickly and naturally. By the time I was two, all my memories had words, and all my words had meanings.But only in my head.I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old. "
3 " Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands. "
4 " I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of. "
5 " I love the smell of my mother’s hair after she washes it.I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father’s face before he shaves.But I’ve never been able to tell them. "
6 " Maybe I'm not so different from everyone else after all. It's like somebody gave me a puzzle, but I don't have the box with the picture on it. So I don't know what the final thing is supposed to look like. I'm not even sure if I have all the pieces. "
7 " by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor and The Giver by Lois Lowry. And "
8 " It’s like I’ve always had a painted musical sound track playing background to my life. I can almost hear colors and smell images when music is played. Mom loves classical. Big, booming Beethoven symphonies blast fromher CD player all day long. Those pieces always seem to be bright blue as I listen, and they smell like fresh paint. Dad is partial to jazz, and every chance he gets, he winks at me, takes out Mom’s Mozart disc, then pops in a CD of Miles Davis or Woody Herman. Jazz to me sounds brown and tan, and it smells like wet dirt. "
9 " “Vorrei essere come gli altri ragazzi”.“Quindi vorresti essere meschina, falsa e ottusa?”[...]“No. Vorrei essere normale.”“Essere normali è uno schifo!” è sbottata. "
10 " [A] person is so much more than the name of a diagnosis on a chart. "
11 " 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. "
12 " What your body looks like has nothing to do with how well your brain works! "
13 " Music is powerful, my young friends,” she said. “It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face. "
14 " By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing. "
15 " She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair. "
16 " and the machine speaks the words I’ve never been able to say. “I love you. "
17 " It’s like I’ve always had a painted musical sound track playing background to my life. I can almost hear colors and smell images when music is played. "
18 " Delete, delete, delete. No way am I letting their negativity mess me up. I have enough to worry about. "
19 " I can’t talk. I can’t walk. I can’t feed myself or take myself to the bathroom. Big bummer. "
20 " I just sit there. The morning started out like crystal, but the day has turned to broken glass. "