Frustration would probably be theword to describe so many aspects of Jeffrey’s life. When he has an itch. He can’t scratch it nor can he ask anyone else to scratch it for him. When he feels pain, his silent cry goes unnoticed unless someone is looking. Though he used to enjoy creating an array of sounds, now trached, he must wonder what happened to those beautiful melodies which were once created not only for his own enjoyment but offered as his very own composition to share with the world.

Fear is another word which must surely describe Jeffrey’s feelings whenever he is whisked away by strangers into a cold, sterile, unfamiliar environment filled with unfamiliar noises at all hours of the day, words of hopelessness,

faces that cannot be seen, strange voices, and pain. But joy and happiness are words that must not be excluded in describing Jeffrey’s life. His ear to ear smile indicates his satisfaction as he feels a familiar touch or hears the loving words of his mommy or the tune of his favorite song. However, while his family and nurses are scurrying around trying to accomplish life’s supposed important work within a scheduled frame of time, Jeffrey must be wondering how much time will have to pass before he is blessed with another familiar touch or word or song. His desires are so uncomplicated, innocent and undeniable.

He’s a little boy trapped in a body that won’t cooperate, a world that doesn’t understand and a voice that only God hears. But God is listening and he hasn’t forgotten Jeffrey.