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
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
Mr. Big Shot, wrote just like mom.