A quick Google search revealed that little Teddy Stoddard's story was a work of fiction first published as such in a magazine in 1976. I can imagine that same discovery has marked the end of the story's significance for many people. Not me.
Though she is not grubby or unpleasant, I still see some of my sister in Teddy. Taylor is beautiful and smart, brave and kindhearted. But Taylor is fighting her own battle, and because of that, she is occasionally misunderstood. She has Batten disease. Because blindness is part of her disease, her eyes don't act the same way sighted people's eyes act. And if she's in a group of people, she'll often get very quiet. Some people may think that means she's not paying attention. But she is; she's listening. She's always listening.
Some may think it would be easy to give up on Taylor. There are plenty of other children out there who can see. There are plenty of other children who aren't up against something as cruel as Batten disease. But like the fictional Teddy Stoddard, Taylor is filled with dreams. Because of an unfortunate roll of the genetic dice, her dreams may be harder to reach. But that's never stopped Taylor from reaching up toward the sky; running 5Ks, going to school dances, learning Braille, memorizing the words to all of her favorite songs, getting straight As and teaching me more about love and dreams than I ever imagined possible.
Teddy's story may be fictional, but Taylor's is very real. And regardless of how you feel about Teddy's story, remember the essence of its closing lines:
Just try to make a difference in someone's life today.
Believe in angels - then return the favor.
Don't ever stop believing in people who still believe in their dreams.
Don't ever stop believing in T.