Young Performer With Down Syndrome Plays Piano With RESCUED CHICKEN — The Judge BURSTS Into Tears

Hi everyone! My name is George. I am seven. I live in Ohio. This is my best friend. Her name is Peaches. She is a chicken. I know. I know it sounds funny, but she is my best friend. She really is. And I need to tell you our story. I need to tell you because it is very important to me. Two years ago my dad was coming home. He was driving. It was night time. It was raining a lot. He saw something on the road. On the side. He thought it was garbage. But then it moved. So he stopped the car. He got out. And it was a chicken. A gray chicken. She had no feathers. Well she had some feathers, but not many. Someone took them. They pulled them out. She was tied up with a rope. My dad said she was shaking. Shaking a lot. And she looked so so sad. My dad brought her home. In the morning I woke up and she was in our kitchen. In a box. She was wrapped in a towel. I never saw something so hurt before. She had spots with no feathers. Bald spots. Everywhere. My mom said bad people used her. For rituals. They pulled her feathers. One by one. They hurt her really bad. She was not a pet to them. She was just a thing. Something to hurt. We took her to the doctor. The animal doctor. He said she was abused. Very very badly. He said maybe she will die. Because she was so weak. And so scared. But he gave us medicine. And he said give her love. So we did. Every day. I helped my mom and dad. We fed her. We talked to her nice. Soft voice. I sat next to her box. I told her you are safe now. I told her nobody will hurt you. Not ever again. She started to get better. Slow. But better. Her feathers grew back. She started walking. Around our house. She followed me everywhere. Everywhere I go she wants to come. My mom said peaches pick me. I am her person. And she is my best friend. My shadow. Where I go she goes. Then my parents gave me a piano. For my birthday. They got me a teacher. Miss Rodriguez. She comes to our house. She teaches me piano. I was so happy. I love music so much. Every week Miss Rodriguez comes. And every time peaches sits on the piano. Right on top. She watches. She watches my hands. She watches everything. One day I was practicing. A song. It is called for release. I played it many times. Again and again. Peaches was sitting on the piano. Like always. Then she jumped down. On the keys. And she started tapping. With her beak. Tap tap tap. I thought she was just playing. But then I heard it. She was playing the same song. The same notes. The same melody. I could not believe it. I called my parents. They came running. We all watched. Peaches played the song. Not perfect. But she played it. She remembered. My mom cried. My dad his mouth was open like this. Miss Rodriguez said she never saw this before. Never in her whole life. A chicken. Playing piano. Things can be beautiful again. Now me and peaches we practice together. Every day. I play my part. She plays her part. We have this connection. I cannot say it with words. We just understand each other. When I play with her I feel like we are one. Like we knew each other before. Before this life. My family cries when we play. Every time. Because it is so special. So beautiful. I think about peaches. How much she was hurt. How scared she was. Tied up in the rain. Her feathers pulled out. It makes me so sad. So so sad. But then I see her now. She is happy. She is healthy. She is loved. She plays piano with me. She makes everyone smile. She is not just a chicken. She is special. She is my best friend. She is my biggest happiness dot. So we came here today to share our story. To show people that love fixes things. Love heals. Music helps. Music brings light when it is dark. Even a little chicken. A forgotten chicken. Can touch hearts. Can change things. Peaches gave me so much. She taught me to be brave. To never give up. To have hope. Now I want to give her something. I want everyone to see her. To see how special she is dot today me and peaches.