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I can’t talk. I can’t walk. I can’t feed myself or take myself to the bathroom. Big bummer.
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.
And I bet most people don’t realize the real power of words. But I do.
“But a person is so much more than the name of a diagnosis on a chart!”
“Let me tell you something, Doctor. There is no way in heaven or hell that we will be sending Melody away to a nursing home!”
It’s like I live in a cage with no door and no key. And I have no way to tell someone how to get me out.
“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.”
Never in my life have I had a teacher tell me to be quiet because I was talking to somebody in class! It was the best feeling in the world! I felt like the rest of the kids.
The morning started out like crystal, but the day has turned to broken glass.