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Echoes of an Angel: The Miraculous True Story of a Boy Who Lost His Eyes but Could Still See

Echoes of an Angel: The Miraculous True Story of a Boy Who Lost His Eyes but Could Still See

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by Aquanetta Gordon, Chris Macias (With), Stevie Wonder

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When Ben Underwood became blind at the age of two, anyone would have thought he faced a life full of hardship and uphill challenges—a world full of things he’d never be able to see and activities he’d never be able to enjoy. But as far as his mom, Aquanetta Gordon, was concerned, nothing was impossible for Ben . . . and so he accomplished the


When Ben Underwood became blind at the age of two, anyone would have thought he faced a life full of hardship and uphill challenges—a world full of things he’d never be able to see and activities he’d never be able to enjoy. But as far as his mom, Aquanetta Gordon, was concerned, nothing was impossible for Ben . . . and so he accomplished the incredible. Known as “the boy who could see with sound,” Ben mastered human echolocation—the ability to detect the size, shape and location of objects through the reflection of sound waves. By clicking his tongue and “seeing” the waves, Ben could ride his bike, shoot baskets, identify objects, and even play video games. Some called it a miracle, but to Ben and Aqua, the real miracles were the otherworldly experiences God gave Ben—physical and spiritual—that others couldn’t explain. Echoes of an Angel is the remarkable true story of how a child who seemed destined for darkness brought light to the world. It’s the story of a single mom who encouraged her son to push beyond his limits, even as her heart clenched with protective love and fear. And it’s the story of a family’s unshakable faith . . . in God and each other.

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Echoes of an Angel

the miraculous TRUE STORY of a boy who lost his eyes but could still see


Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2014 Aquanetta Gordon
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ISBN: 978-1-4143-8622-5




Ben found freedom flying over ramps on his bike; at age seven, I found freedom exploring the California desert on foot. On most of the long, hot summer days, my brothers, younger sister, and I headed out to an irrigation canal, fed by the lower Colorado River, in one of the farm fields near our home.

Often we'd grab our fishing poles from the back of the house first. That way, after spending hours swimming, we could dry out as we dangled our feet over the edge of a canal and cast out our fishing lines. When we got hungry at noontime, we'd race home for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. A few minutes later, we'd slam the screen door behind us as we ran back outside.

If you've ever heard the term "living in the sticks" or "in the boonies," you have a good idea of what Blythe was like. It's in the Sonoran Desert near the California-Arizona border. That's about a three-hours' drive from San Bernardino and Riverside.

I loved growing up in Blythe. I never stayed in the house playing with dolls. I was a little tomboy who liked to be out playing with sticks, jumping off stuff, and swimming in the canals that watered the thousands of acres of corn, alfalfa, and melons that grew in southeastern California.

The air outside smelled so fresh and unpolluted, and with the next house a quarter mile down the road, we had all the space we'd ever want. To me, this was rich living. There was always something to do—like hitchhiking into downtown Blythe, nine miles away; riding on our neighbor's donkey; or playing with the pigs my daddy raised for our family. Sometimes I'd ride them around the pigpen, holding on to their ears as they cried, Squeeeee! Squeeeee!

In the summertime, though, we always seemed to end up swimming in one of those irrigation ditches. It was so hot! I remember the temperature once hitting 120 degrees. Back then, kids played outside all day, returning home to stay only at nightfall, when the endless blue skies gave way to the pitch-black of night.

Even in the middle of nowhere, I had plenty of playmates. I have four brothers and two sisters, and I'm right in the middle. We were surrounded by lots of extended family too. My grandmother raised thirteen kids, which meant I had about two dozen cousins and other relatives to play with. Though we didn't have much money, we didn't ask for much either. Our life was simple but happy.

We'd sometimes get in a little mischief, as kids do. Some of us would steal bottles from a local factory and sell them back for pocket money. Another time, a few other kids and I went door-to-door saying we were raising money for disabled kids—but we kept the money for ourselves. I didn't think we were doing any harm, but looking back now, I should've known better. When I had my own kids, I sure didn't let them think that kind of thing was okay.

My childhood was the best of times, even with our family of nine crowded into a shack. And yes, it was truly a shack—a wooden house that was barely holding up, old and musty-smelling on the inside. We had three bedrooms, a small living room, and a cramped kitchen that led straight to the back door. Wild cats skittered around the property, and once in a while a snake would find its way inside the house. That's how country we were, and it was all part of the adventure.

A lot of people ask me about my name, Aquanetta. I was named after Acquanetta Ross, a Native American actress from the 1940s. She was nicknamed "the Venezuelan Volcano" and featured in a bunch of silly movies like Tarzan and the Leopard Woman. Acquanetta and her husband later owned a car dealership in Arizona, and she appeared in their commercials. I believe my mother liked the name because it sounded unique. My family calls me "Aq" for short.

My dad was about twenty years older than my mom. When Mom and Dad met, she already had two kids and was pregnant with one of my brothers. I was their first child together, and they'd go on to have three more. I was actually born in the car on the way to the hospital in Riverside. My birth certificate lists my birthplace as "Highway 99, three miles east of Indio."

My father, Ben Gordon, was my hero as a kid. He was a tall, strong man, about six feet three with a medium-dark complexion. He loved his children, and I thought he was the best dad in the world. He was a sweet guy, and all the women fawned over him. Everybody, in fact, respected him so much that they'd say, "Don't mess with Big Gordon's kids!"

My dad worked as an agriculturalist, driving tractors and irrigating fields for a living. Sometimes we'd go to work with him and ride on the tractors, then come home dirty and happy. He'd even let us take our own lap around the fields on the tractor.

My dad rarely laid an angry hand on us. One time when I was playing with my siblings in a field near our house, we thought it would be fun to light and throw matches and then see how quickly we could stomp out the flames. Well, we weren't as quick putting them out as we'd hoped. One of the matches started a fire, and the flames got too big for us to control. We started yelling, and my dad ran over to put out the fire. Oh, he was mad.

"What are you kids trying to do?" he yelled. "Are you trying to burn down Blythe or something?"

We all got a whupping for that one. That was the first time Dad ever spanked me. It didn't hurt, but I screamed like he was trying to kill me.

What I remember most about my dad is his kindness. He'd pick up hitchhikers. He'd give money to people even though he didn't have much of his own. He was a man with a lot of love to give, and we all felt lucky to be around him. He didn't play favorites with any of us. If there were seven kids in the house and he came home with five extra dollars, nobody got any. He wouldn't give out spending money unless he had enough for everyone.

I didn't get along with my mom very well. I grew up feeling like she hated me. Her father had picked and chosen favorites among his own kids. If he loved you, he really loved you. And if he didn't like you, it was almost as if you weren't one of his kids. My mom treated her kids the same way. My sister Denise and I were a year apart, but Denise could get anything and go anywhere she wanted.

Nothing I did seemed to make my mom happy. I remember cowering between our stove and the wall once, trying to get away from her because she was beating me with a leather belt. The crazy thing? She was angry because my sister wasn't folding clothes with me. For some reason, she took it out on me. My grandmother stepped in that time and forced my mom to stop.

As a young girl, I tried so hard to satisfy my mother. I studied a lot so I could make straight As. I played sports, and I ran so fast that I should've run in the Olympics. But not once did I ever hear her say, "I'm proud of you."

My parents had a fairly good relationship, until they'd drink and start fighting. Then, boy, would they have some really nasty moments. My mom ran over my dad one time while we were packed in the family car. They'd been arguing about something—I was too little to understand what had triggered that fight—but it got heated as we pulled into a gas station. When my dad got out to pay for the gas, my mom jumped into the driver's seat and hit the accelerator. She smashed into my dad and pinned him against a wall. Both of his legs were broken, and the doctors told him he might never walk again. He did walk, although from then on he had a limp.

My dad had to face a bigger health challenge when I was about eight years old. That's when he was diagnosed with colon cancer. I still remember the two men in suits who came all the way from Riverside to our house in Blythe to deliver the test results to my dad. I listened to them talk to him. I didn't know what cancer was, but it sounded scary. I started screaming and hollering, and my dad had to throw me out of the room. Soon afterward, he began a long journey of battling cancer and enduring many hardships that would last the rest of his life.

* * *

My parents separated when I was in fifth grade. My dad stayed in Blythe, and the rest of us moved to a beat-up house on the east side of Riverside, nearly 175 miles to the west. The simple, carefree life I loved was no more.

I really missed my dad. One time I ran away from home and caught the Greyhound bus to Blythe to be with him. When I showed up, I told my dad that my mom had sent me. Sometimes I'd pray and ask God for my dad to come pick me up and take me home with him. If he didn't show up right then, he'd pull up the next day in his white pickup truck. That's how I knew the Lord was hearing my prayers. At least, that's what it seemed like to a little girl who felt loved by her father and rejected by her mother. If I wanted to see my dad, I'd pray, and then I'd see him. The same thing seemed to happen when it rained. If I prayed for it to stop, it stopped. As a girl, prayer seemed like magic to me.

During this time, my dad continued his battle with colon cancer. He'd undergone one chemotherapy treatment, but it made him sick, so he wouldn't do it again. He tried his best to carry on with his life, and he continued to work and handle his business. He never complained even once. If he was feeling bad at any point, he sure didn't show it.

By the time I was eleven, I had taken on a lot of responsibilities. Once again, I just wanted to make my mom happy. I'd get up around three or four in the morning and hear her say, "Aq, I know you're up!" Then she'd let me know what she needed me to do that day. Usually I'd help my little brother Ernest throw newspapers on his paper route and then I'd come home and help some of my other siblings get ready for the day. I'd fix them something to eat and walk them to school.

I'd also help my mom handle her finances by writing checks and paying bills for her. My older sister, Diane, became a mom at fifteen, and I'd sometimes take care of my niece and nephew. I did everything, but it was fun. I had the energy to do it, and I never got tired. I think I'm hyperactive. To this day, I can still go and go on just a few hours of sleep.

As busy as I was at home, I managed to earn straight As. I was very outgoing and always wanted to help people. I remember one girl in my class who always came to school looking dirty. She'd have spit caked in the corners of her mouth, and she wore dirty pants with holes in them. That made her an easy target for kids who wanted someone to pick on.

One day a boy kicked her books over. I didn't like to see people picking on others, so I stepped in and said, "You better leave her alone! Who do you think you are?"

Pretty soon I started beating up that boy and gave him a bloody nose. Our teacher broke up the fight and sent him straight to the principal's office. The teacher said I had to go to the office too. He didn't want to send me, but he had to because he saw the whole thing.

Getting in trouble was new to me. But I'm glad I stuck up for that poor girl and taught that bully a lesson. Looking back now, I see why the Lord gave me a feisty spirit. I'd need to tap into that as an adult when my son Ben had to deal with his own school issues.

My grandparents had moved from Blythe to Riverside several years before we did. Now we lived just a few houses down from them. Although my grandfather was mean like my mom, my grandmother was one of the most giving people I've ever known. She sowed a lot of love, and poor as she was, she always seemed to have enough to give away. I never saw her turn anyone away from her table.

We weren't a churchgoing family in those days. Since my grandparents didn't grow up in church, I guess that's understandable. But when I was about twelve years old, my sister Denise and I went to a summer youth program at a local university. One day the counselor who led my sister's group, a lady named Andrea Jones, invited us to Riverside Faith Temple. I started going to the church every Tuesday night, to Bible study on Friday night, and to services on Sunday morning and Sunday night. A church bus would pick me up. Man, that church was an awesome place!

As you can probably tell by now, I've always been competitive, and I want to come in first in anything I try. Well, the church had group competitions to encourage students to memorize Bible passages. That's how I learned many of the Scriptures that never left me, even in my darkest times. I always loved Psalm 23 and that sense of the Lord as my shepherd, guiding me. I also memorized the Beatitudes from Matthew 5:

Blessed are the poor in spirit, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the earth. (verses 3-5, NKJV)

I'm so grateful to Andrea Jones for inviting me to Riverside Faith Temple. By the time I was fourteen, I knew how it felt to be loved and held close by God. I didn't know all the stories and teaching in the Bible yet, and I still had a long way to go in my faith journey, but I believed that God was real. Whenever I prayed, I knew He was right there listening. For me, going to the Lord in prayer would be a refuge throughout my life, even when I made poor choices and strayed from God's path. There would be times when I felt far from Him because of what I'd done, but He was never far from me.

* * *

My dad's health started to slip in the summer of 1976, about five years after his original diagnosis. He could no longer get out of bed and had trouble controlling his bowels. Even so, he still found joy in the little pleasures of life. When he was able, he made us kids our favorite iced tea with lemon. It was so good! He'd find ways to give us spending money. That's the kind of man he was.

I was by my dad's side on his deathbed. His last wish was to see all of his kids one final time. It was hard to see my strong dad so frail and suffering so much, but he didn't complain. We gathered around as he asked us to feed him cool chunks of watermelon. He died that same day. He was sixty-eight years old. I was fourteen.

Losing my dad was devastating. We were all close to him, but I always felt like I was special to my dad. After he died, I became terrified that I'd get cancer too. If I got a little bump or a knot on my wrist, I'd think, Oh no, I've got cancer!

I'll always carry the grief of losing my dad at such a young age, but I did my best to keep going strong, just like he wanted me to. During eighth grade at my junior high in Riverside, I was straight As all the way, and physically strong too. There wasn't a boy who could beat me in track, kickball—absolutely anything.

I was a star student that year, but when I graduated, the school gave the honor roll award to a popular white girl. I'd run for class secretary and didn't get it, even though I knew I'd gotten the most votes. That broke my spirit. I mean, it just broke me. Part of me didn't even want to care anymore. I'd always been a go-getter kind of girl, but I couldn't help feeling alone and like all my hard work didn't matter. I had too much pride to let my grades drop, but I no longer gave my all at school. I remember watching a girl run track one spring day, knowing inside that I could run circles around her but not even caring enough to try.

I wasn't angry—just discouraged. I wanted to achieve, to break through the dysfunction in my family, but I had no one to show me how. I'd have to figure out life on my own, relying on trial and plenty of error. But in the meantime, I was sixteen, and like a lot of teen girls, I was suddenly interested in boys. I let go of a lot of dreams and a desire to better myself. I even stopped going to Riverside Faith Temple.

It would be easy to look back and cry about what could have been. Instead, when I got older, I channeled my hurt into the determination that no one would ever discriminate against my kids or tell them what they couldn't do. I would back up my own kids 100 percent and always be willing to fight for them.


Excerpted from Echoes of an Angel by AQUANETTA GORDON, CHRIS MACIAS. Copyright © 2014 Aquanetta Gordon. Excerpted by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc..
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Echoes of an Angel: The Miraculous True Story of a Boy Who Lost His Eyes But Could Still See 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have always heard the story of how this child could see but didn't have eyes. I am so happy that there is still more to this story. The book is an easy r is inspiring, thought provoking, and a legacy of hope.
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kristen4mk More than 1 year ago
Aquanetta Gordon is the mother of five children. Her son Ben was diagnosed with bilateral retinoblastoma at the age of two, and both of his eyes had to be removed. Aquanetta was determined that Ben would not be identified by his blindness, and constantly told him that he could do anything. Ben quickly developed something called echolocation, essentially using sound waves to identify the world around him. His highly developed echolocation skills eventually drew scientific and media attention, and Ben has been featured on numerous news channels and talk shows. Throughout his life a major constant was his relationship with Jesus. He was very intent on sharing who God was in his life. When he was in his teens the cancer returned and he eventually passed away just before his 17th birthday. This book is essentially a memoir, a telling of both Aqua and Ben's stories. It was interesting and inspirational.
rlighthouse More than 1 year ago
Interesting Story This is the fascinating true story of Ben Underwood, a boy who lost his eyes to cancer at a young age but still was able to live life to the fullest. He used clicking to "see" the things around him and was still able to participate in most of the same things his siblings did. It was an interesting story about his life and how he adapted to live his life.
BeachNana8 More than 1 year ago
This is a remarkable true story of a mother and a boy who lost his eyes but was able by making clicking noises to walk as though he could see. His mother was addicted to drugs although she stopped taking them when she discovered she was pregnant. Social services took the children from her when a family member called CPS and reported her drug use. However when she went to church New Years Eve and was crying about the problem, her pastor told her she was surrounded by a glow and God would be with her. Later, the family that was planning to adopt her children was told by God the children had to go to their mother. When she got them back, she needed a house and God provided that for her. But her fourth child, Ben, was blessed not only with an incredible memory, but also with a love for Jesus and Jesus songs. She realized he had a problem though when she looked at his eyes one morning when he woke up while sleeping in bed with her. A trip to the ophthalmologist and a CAT scan revealed the gravity of the problem. A year after the first eye was removed, Ben would need the other eye removed and chemotherapy started right away. His mother was determined that he wouldn’t miss out on riding a bike or skateboard, climbing a tree, or other boy activities. With the help of one lady, Ben was prepared for Head Start and public school. He used sound to see. When he said he wished he could see, his Mom mentioned all the things he could do. When school staff wanted him to be helped or carry a cane, Mrs. Barbara was his advocate and insisted he could navigate himself. He climbed trees and went driving around the school parking lot. He took karate, joined the wrestling team, played football, and had chores at home. At camp he led the others to the cross. Where was he featured? Where did he dance and receive a Wii before they were released? What did he swim with? What two shows did he go on? Who sang a song for Ben while he sat beside him on the piano bench? What did he do in Hawaii?
BookReviewerNicole More than 1 year ago
Echoes of an Angel...this book was what I expected and more! A wonderful story on how a little boy, they thought would become an invalid due to his circumstances, proved everyone wrong. Except for his wonderful, supportive mother who always knew he could do it. This book is a good read for miracle lovers and if for nothing else a wonderfully encouraging confidence booster for those going through the same, and for people who have just lost their faith in things called miracles. Perfect story to restore people's faith in others and in God!
Danny_G More than 1 year ago
Ben Underwood was two when his sight was taken by cancer. With both eyes removed many assumed that Ben would live the life a normal, blind person. Ben proved them all wrong. Ben, with help from his mother (the author of this book) developed, what can best be called, human echolocation. With this ability he was able to walk without a guide cane, ride a bike, play hide and seek, and even participate in karate classes. Echoes of an Angel gives the story of Ben's life from the perspective of his mother. She chronicles his amazing development and ability as he lived his life by seeing with sound. Ben's mother Aquanetta Gordon His amazing journey inspired many such as: Oprah Winfrey, Stevie Wonder, Ellen DeGeneres, and even the British equivalent of PBS (see documentary here). His unique life allowed him to travel to places like Japan, and he even caught the attention of Brazilian news. While his life was cut short, his legacy continues in the hearts of those who knew him and those that saw him. Follow the story of Ben's life in Echoes of an Angle. You will be touched greatly by this extraordinary life.
amybooksy More than 1 year ago
Echoes of an Angel is quite an incredible read. I enjoyed this book so much that I have looked almost everywhere online getting more information about Ben Underwood. What an amazing young man. So inspiring. He is also proof that through God anything is possible. I have already recommended this book to others and will continue to do so. This is a type of book that will always stick with you for a long time. Great book! 5 plus strs.
KMarkovich More than 1 year ago
What an incredible story. I had never heard of Ben Underwood so his story was all new to me and I was amazed that a little boy who had his eyes removed (because of cancer) was able to learn (on his own) how to see using his other senses, mostly using clicking or echolocation. But it was one thing for him to be able to move around in his house but quite another to not only walk outside but also ride a bike and even rollerblade! He touched the lives of many and was able to encourage others to live outside the box. But, make sure you have a tissue for the end!
JeanieMNJL More than 1 year ago
So much can be learned as a caregiver. The author’s role in empowerment for her son made it possible to bring peace to herself by bringing peace to others. Serving others is better than serving only yourself. People can have assurance about things we cannot see.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reading this me more outlook on this life. Ive faced many hard times in my 16 years, at the age i got my hearing taken away from me. Ive always had my own way of hearing by feelings and seeing and ive always believed in heavenly father. But ben had a tremendous of faith in Him. Ive never heard of him or seen him until now and he inspiried me to continue to fight, hope, believe more. Ive decided i wanted to share this story to my church fellows and inspire them with his story. Ive written in my bible saying "remember ben underwood" because when i look at it ill know that i need to have more faith. Oneday when i have my own kids im gonna tell them all about ben because i want my kids to as independant,strong, hopefull, believer, full of wisdom, and happy as he was and still is. This mother did amazing job on raising him. She did good:) -alyssa hope tunnell
Miss_CindyH More than 1 year ago
The boy who sees with sound.  I enjoyed every minute of this book.  Even when I had to go get the tissues!   What an amazing story.  Aquanetta had some serious issues she had to work through.  Several times I'd think she had it all together and then she'd do her own thing.   If we're honest there are times we all have faith like that.  The journey as this mother and her children lived out bilateral retinoblastoma was amazing.  Truly I was as impressed with Aquanetta as I was with Ben.  She was NOT going to tell her blind son what he could not do.  She was going to teach him what he could do - anything.  It was truly a fight to raise him to be independent and capable.  She ran into so many people, educators and others, that wanted to put restraints on Ben.  He's blind!  Aquanetta basically said, "so?"  As their journey continued the body of Christ became her refuge.  They learned so much from Ben's unique outlook on life, his extraordinary skills of echolocation, and his deep faith.  Ben's life touched so many lives.  It may not have been what anyone would want for their child, yet Ben was the child everyone would want.  As a educator, I loved reading this story of a mom who never gave up.  She was involved and blessed to have Ben and her other 4 children.  Her words at the end were inspiring, "I want so say something to any parent with a child who is disabled....I want you to know that God has blessed you.  Not everyone gets to raise children like this, and there's so much to learn from them.  I honestly believe these children are like angels, given to parents to teach them how to love unconditionally.  How special you are as a man or woman whom God chose to care for that special angel."  Grab some tissues, get comfy and enjoy the journey...
AnotherBibliophile More than 1 year ago
Admirable Love and Strength. This was an interesting account, and it had some pretty cool photos. The story was frequently sad, but I admired the mother's strength, and the son's dynamic spirit and loving personality. The writing skills were unremarkable. There seemed to be a lot of skipping around, not a coherent timeline. Maybe it's just me, but I could not feel strongly about anyone, possibly because they did things I'd never do, or because I cannot relate to the lifestyle. Nevertheless, I'm glad so many were blessed by this boy's life.