“Okay, Lizzy, we’ve got ten minutes left. What do you want to talk about?”
Lizzy looked up at the ceiling as she thought about what she wanted to say. After a few seconds her eyes traveled back down and scanned the screen which had been permanently affixed in a propped position on the tray in front of her.
“I’m…magic.” A young girl’s voice projected from the device’s speaker as Lizzy chose her words from her text-to-talk communication program.
I smiled when I heard her message.
“Yeah? What kind of magic can you do?”
“I…can…make…things…move…with…my…breath.” She finished her message and grinned as she looked up at me.
I laughed and then responded, “True, there’s no other twelve-year-old I know that can do that.”
Lizzy’s eyes sparkled before they dropped back to her screen. To select a word, she had to maintain her eye gaze on that word for a full two seconds, this caused the pauses in the voice output.
“That is definitely magic,” I said as I nodded in agreement. “What else can you do?”
Lizzy cocked her head in her version of a shrug.
The bell rang before I could respond. Lizzy moved her head slightly and wrapped her lips around a small tube, which, when she blew into it for a prolonged period, caused the chair to turn 180 degrees. She blew again and her wheelchair rolled forward to, and then through the door as she headed to her next class.
You are magic, I thought. Don’t ever forget it, kiddo.