This is a Herald Jouranl Newspaper Article which appeared about Michael and the book. Just click on share

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Where to purchase WORDS BORN OF SILENCE: UNEXPECTED GIFTS OF AUTISM:

For the time being this book can be purchased online at:

Amazon.com
Borders.com
Barnes & Noble.com

Or at iUniverse
1883 Liberty Drive
Bloomington, IN 47403

Or http://www.iuniverse.com/ or call 1-800-299-4577

You can also get a signed book from me.
Just e-mail me at rrswaner@comcast.net PLUS FREE SHIPPING!!!!

Hardbound Book - $23.95
Softbound Book - $13.95

My upcoming book as gone to the printer!!!!

Coming soon to the public, in the next six weeks...WORDS BORN OF SILENCE-UNEXPECTED GIFTS OF AUTISM.

There will be ongoing photos and exerpts from the book published here periodically. The photos below were taken at the group with group home aides and the Group Home Co-ordinator Jancee on the right.

Below is Derrick, Michael's older brother and I and Roger at a birthday party at the park. Notice he received a huge Teddy Bear for his birthday. He already loves to feel the texture of it.

More photos and stories from the book will follow in the next few weeks and months. Info of where to purchase the book will be posted at a later date.

Words Born of Silence-Unexpected Gifts of Autism

My 15 year journey in writing this book has now come to fruitation. In this blog will be additional photos of Michael, our autistic son and family, and group home aides.

Coming soon.....Words Born of Silence-Unexpected Gifts of Autism
by Ruth Harris Swaner.

Excerpts from the book:

It was early Sunday morning, and the phone was ringing. Janet’s voice came over the line, “Ruth, are you awake? Now don’t panic, but Michael is outside on the ledge of his bedroom window.”
I jumped out of bed, ran to Michael’s room, and unlocked the door. He was sitting outside on the second story ledge. It was only two feet wide and sloped downward. He was giggling and laughing, looking into the distance as if he wanted to take off and fly.
Roger had been called to work and was not there to help. I tried to reach Michael through the window, but it was hinged like a door, and when he moved toward me it closed. I was beginning to panic.
Janet, in her bathrobe, came carrying a ladder from her yard to mine. She placed it against the house, and my oldest son climbed up and rescued Michael from his almost-fatal play. I ran downstairs and outside. Janet hugged me and we cried together. She whispered calmly in my ear, “No one will understand unless they’ve been there.” I sensed she was confirming her own journey as well.