I just happen to have this one talent that I know makes me gifted and special – yuck! I hate that word ‘special’ when it’s applied to people. As in ‘he’s a very special person.’ Geez! Who isn’t! (Chapter 1)

Experiencing life the way I have – that is, only through what I see and hear – has made it hard for me to really understand some things. I’ve seen people run, but I have no idea what your legs feel like when you do that. What does your arm feel like throwing a baseball? Your fingers holding a pencil? What do your lips feel like when you kiss somebody? (Chapter 2)

The dog died. His eyes seemed locked onto mine at that moment when life left him; I wasn’t watching the dog then, I was looking at death looking back at me. (Chapter 3)

What if I hadn’t been here?’ I could... (Chapter 4)