
Speaking of Unspoken, last week he brought in to me a song he had written out. His spelling is still quite phonetic and so he asked me if I could tell what it said. (I, personally, enjoy reading his invented spelling and can read it very well.) I said "yes". He said "I'd like to play the song for you. I really like it." He played "My Recovery". He was so excited to share. He sang as he pointed to the words on the page, strumming to the beat. It was so beautiful to hear what touches him. Yes, I cried.