Something is different, something is happening. New buds are beginning to grow in a mind they called barren and slow. My sculpture has been called a masterpiece; a work of art. all because my dad never gave up even from the start. As he read to me each night, he assured me I would have a great life. Never a negative word he said, but instead he poured possibilities into my head. Soon even I began to believe that someone like me could overcome and achieve. Don’t believe what the naysayers speak. Be strong and know that they are weak. My dad now lives in heaven above and I dedicate my sculpture to him with all my love.