The death of a young writer and poet.

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Muscular Dystrophy Advocate Dies at 13

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By STEPHEN MANNING, Associated Press Writer

ANNAPOLIS, Md. - Mattie Stepanek, the child poet whose inspirational verse made him a best-selling writer and a prominent voice for muscular dystrophy sufferers, died Tuesday of a rare form of the disease. He was 13.

Stepanek died at Children's National Medical Center in Washington, D.C., the hospital said. He had been hospitalized since early March for complications related to the disease that impaired most of his body's functions.


In his short life, the tireless Stepanek wrote five volumes of poetry that sold millions of copies. Three of the volumes reached the New York Times' best-seller list.


"Mattie was something special, something very special," entertainer Jerry Lewis, who chairs the Muscular Dystrophy Association, said in a statement. "His example made people want to reach for the best within themselves."


Stepanek, of Rockville, had dysautonomic mitochondrial myopathy, a genetic disease that impaired his heart rate, breathing, blood pressure and digestion, and caused muscle weakness.


His mother, Jeni, 44, has the adult-onset form of the disease, and his three older siblings died of it in early childhood.


Stepanek began writing poetry at age 3 to cope with the death of a brother. In 2001, a small publisher issued a slim volume of his poems, called "Heartsongs." Within weeks, the book reached the top of the Times' best-seller list, the MDA said.


He wrote four other books: "Journey Through Heartsongs," "Hope Through Heartsongs," "Celebrate Through Heartsongs" and "Loving Through Heartsongs."


His poems brought him admirers including Oprah Winfrey and former President Carter and made him one of the best-selling poets in recent years.


Stepanek was hospitalized many times over the years. He rolled around his home in a wheelchair he nicknamed "Slick," and relied on a feeding tube, a ventilator and frequent blood transfusions to stay alive.


In the summer of 2001, Stepanek nearly died from uncontrollable bleeding in his throat and spent five months at Children's National. When it seemed he would not survive, the hospital got in touch with a Virginia publisher on his behalf.


Stepanek and his mother had sent the book to dozens of New York publishers, all of whom rejected it, according to Peter Barnes of VSP Publishers. Barnes said he was caught off guard when he read the work.


"I was stunned. Some of it was really good," he said Tuesday. "It was very perceptive and thoughtful."


VSP Books printed 200 copies of "Heartsongs" to be handed out to friends. But after a news conference publicizing the book, interest exploded. "Heartsongs" went on to sell more than 500,000 copies.


"Mattie rallied after that," Barnes said. "He went from being on his death bed to becoming this huge publishing success."


Despite his condition, Stepanek was upbeat, saying he didn't fear death. His work was full of life, a quest for peace, hope and the inner voice he called a "heartsong."


"It's our inner beauty, our message, the songs in our hearts," he said in an interview with The Associated Press in November 2001. "My life mission is to spread peace to the world."





He is survived by his mother.

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Here's one of his poems.



Facing the Future

Every journey begins
With but a small step.
And every day is a chance
For a new, small step
In the right direction.
Just follow your Heartsong.

by Mattie Stepanek
© Hyperion. All Rights Reserved
 
ABSTRUSE said:
Here's one of his poems.



Facing the Future

Every journey begins
With but a small step.
And every day is a chance
For a new, small step
In the right direction.
Just follow your Heartsong.

by Mattie Stepanek
© Hyperion. All Rights Reserved

I read that article in my local paper he seemed like a wonderful boy. That poem is so sweet RIP Mattie:rose: :rose: :rose:
 
On Growing Up (Part 3)

I'm not so sure about growing up.
I know that I want to grow up.
But I always thought I wanted to
Be a doctor, a priest, a Grandmaster
In Hapkido, and a daddy.
Well I'm not so sure I will be a doctor.
I wanted to be a doctor because
I love Dr. Terry Flotte, and because
I want to fix mommy and me, and
I wanted to bring back Jamie
And Katie and Stevie back
Because even though
Heaven is a Wonderful place,
Heaven is a place a Forever place.
So I've decided that I want to be
A writer instead of a doctor.

I like words.
I like reading.
I like writing.
I like making up stories.
I like making up poems. Mommy is a writer.
I like being like mommy, too.
I can still do important things
Even if I'm not a doctor.
I can write about peace and love
Like Martin Luther King Jr. and Jesus.
I can write about adventures
Like Robert Loius Stevenson and
Like Mary Pope Osborne and
Like the one who did Star Wars.
I can write and tell about fantasy
And about funny things and lots and
Lots of things that teach people
All kinds of stuff.
That's why I've decided that
I should be a writer when I grow up.
Oh, and I will still be a priest,
And a Hapkido Grandmaster,
And a daddy, too.

© Hyperion Books. All Rights Reserved.


Kindergarden-itis

My stuffed animals and babies
Don't like the big yellow monster.
They don't like the big yellow monster
That swallows Mattie up every morning,
And then takes him away for so many hours
And then brings him back home
And then spits him out "p-tooey,"
Right where it ate him in the first place.
Even when Mattie tells them,
"It's only a school bus, little guys,
I can handle it, don't worry!"
They still don't like it at all.
But now, there are only
Seventeen days left for that
Big yellow monster to swallow me
And chew me and spit me out "p-tooey..."
Because summer vacation is
Just around the corner
Where the school bus never comes.

© Hyperion. All Rights Reserved.
 
I never heard of him until I accidently switched channels to CNN and saw Larry King Live with him. He seemed like a wonderful, intelligent child that really didn't deserve so much suffering. But he dealed with it better than most adults would have.

So may he rest in peace and his family be helped in their pain.

No parent should have to bury their child.

Snoopy
 
I feel nothing but admiration and compasion for this insightful little boy. However, I cannot help but wonder why in the hell his mother kept having children given the follow quote.
His mother, Jeni, 44, has the adult-onset form of the disease, and his three older siblings died of it in early childhood.

If as I infer, she had 3 successive children die of the same hereditary disease, I cannot fathom the callous selfishness involved in deciding to have another.
 
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