Stephen had a story to tell just like mom

Stephen loved having his life in the public eye for others to experience, and, hopefully, to
understand what having a life meant to him, no matter how medically compromised it was.

He became, “Mr. Big Shot” as TV, newsprint and radio reporters from all over the world read his story.  His mailbox was flooded with well wishes from friends and when he was invited to congress, he laughed all night long.  Stephen always wanted to do whatever his mom did.  He began praying for a miracle and not long after he plunked out on the same ‘make-shift’ computer as before, “Gad, pes hlp me rit lik mm,” translated, “God, please help me write like mom.”

When Stephen turned fourteen years old, he began to write.  Using a tape recorder, he listened to the letters of the alphabet one letter at a time. When he heard the letter he wanted, he touched a switch.  The tape stopped, recorded the letter and started over again.  One letter at a time, he wrote the most beautiful poems this side of heaven.  Stephen, a little abandoned boy, who couldn’t walk or talk, the little boy whom others said, "Don't waste your time, he doesn’t understand, He won’t live long," - began to write!  God heard his prayer. 

He worked over 900 hours to write the poems and letters contained in “Stephen: Letters of Courage and Hope.”  He insisted on writing.   His mom, or his caregivers, held him in their arms to ease his breathing as he worked to share with this world, his soul.  Stephen’s fourteen years of silence were interrupted one letter at a time. 

Stephen found a way to reveal and record his soul.  
Mr. Big Shot, wrote just like mom.