That feeling you get when the school district's audiologist sends you an email confirming your concerns about your student -- he has severe to profound hearing loss. It's that feeling of knowing you were right all along and being thankful and happy and grateful that you took a chance -- that even if you'd been wrong, your gut had pushed you to do something to help this child. And you followed those instincts even when it meant seeking an override on a decision made about this child before you even knew him. It's that kind of feeling: a feeling that is satisfying. Deep and full. And frightful.
My heart aches only because he has lived for seven years in a world of virtual silence. Undiagnosed and misunderstood.
And he has survived.
Now, it's time he thrives.