Let Your Fingers Do the Talking

A girl sits be dies her grandfather watching him type. She is amazed by "his fragile old hands typing away on the black keys." She says she wants to be able to do what he is doing. He tells her she can but she will have to work. She takes this to heart when she is dealing with anxiety. She knows she will have to work very hard to be able to deal with her feelings. She also had reams. One of them was to be a Varsity Cheerleader. She practices the backwards flip and the handspring. it is not easy a year later she is able to do all of this. She thinks of her grandfather and how he made her understand the benefit of work. She ends with, " I am also an excellent typist!"