Remembering my son Larry, this choked me up:
Michelle Malkin tweeted this story out earlier and I have to say it really is the best thing I’ve read all day. Maybe you’ve seen the photo already but what’s important is the story behind it.
Florida State University football players visited a Middle School today. During lunch, wide receiver Travis Rudolph noticed one student, Bo Paske, who was sitting off on his own and decided to ask if he could join him. When a picture of the two sharing lunch made it back to Bo’s mother, Leah Paske, she posted it on Facebook and explained why it was such an emotional moment:
Several times lately I have tried to remember my time in middle school, did I like all my teachers, do I even remember them? Did I have many friends? Did I sit with anyone at lunch? Just how mean were kids really? I remember one kid on the bus called me “Tammy Fay Baker” bc I started awkwardly wearing eye liner in the sixth grade, I remember being tough and calling him a silly name back, but when he couldn’t see me anymore I cried. I do remember middle school being scary, and hard. Now that I have a child starting middle school, I have feelings of anxiety for him, and they can be overwhelming if I let them. Sometimes I’m grateful for his autism. That may sound like a terrible thing to say, but in some ways I think, I hope, it shields him. He doesn’t seem to notice when people stare at him when he flaps his hands. He doesn’t seem to notice that he doesn’t get invited to birthday parties anymore. And he doesn’t seem to mind if he eats lunch alone. It’s one of my daily questions for him. Was there a time today you felt sad? Who did you eat lunch with today? Sometimes the answer is a classmate, but most days it’s nobody. Those are the days I feel sad for him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He is a super sweet child, who always has a smile and hug for everyone he meets. A friend of mine sent this beautiful picture to me today and when I saw it with the caption “Travis Rudolph is eating lunch with your son” I replied “who is that?” He said “FSU football player”, then I had tears streaming down my face. Travis Rudolph, a wide receiver at Florida State, and several other FSU players visited my sons school today. I’m not sure what exactly made this incredibly kind man share a lunch table with my son, but I’m happy to say that it will not soon be forgotten. This is one day I didn’t have to worry if my sweet boy ate lunch alone, because he sat across from someone who is a hero in many eyes. Travis Rudolph thank you so much, you made this momma exceedingly happy, and have made us fans for life! #travisrudolph #autismmom #fansforlife
I’ve read this three times now and it still gets me. Continue reading
Hattip to Pat Archbold at Creative Minority Report. A very well meaning person once told my wife and I that she understood what a cross we had to bear due to the autism of our son Larry. I responded by stating the simple truth: that Larry had never been anything but a blessing from God for us. So he was, from his first day to his last, and continues to be as he went ahead of us to the next world. In this Vale of Tears many terrible things can happen to us, but the birth of a child, no matter what, is never among them.
Commenter Sywink sent me the above video. My response:
Well that brought tears to my eyes. My twins had a similar relationship. When my non-autistic son was praised for helping my autistic son, he would always respond: “He’s my brother.” He got back in time from college to act as a chaperone for his brother’s class to a zoo. When I asked him if he would do this he said, “I would be honored”. This was on the Tuesday before Larry’s death. Numerous photographs were taken of this outing. His class after my son’s death put together a collage of the pictures that have Larry in them. One shows his brother hugging him. Needless to say that these pictures are now priceless family heirlooms. Love conquers all, even death.
The writer finishes by demanding the family “go live in a trailer in the woods or something with your wild animal kid!!!” and asks the family to do the right thing and move or “euthanize him. Either way, we are ALL better off!!!”
Go here to read the rest. As the father of an autistic son, Larry, who I loved more than my life, and who died on May 19, 2013, I can imagine quite clearly the pain of the parents who received this hateful diatribe. The author is a true spiritual descendant of the murderers of the Third Reich who gassed autistic kids. In this vale of tears we all have travails and tragedies to endure, but none are more terrible than the petty hate that so many people carry within their souls. Those are the humans that are truly handicapped. Continue reading
As faithful readers of this blog know, I am a devotee of the true faith. I am not referring here to Catholicism, which of course I would refer to as the True Faith. I am referring to the true computer faith, PCs. I have been worshiping in the House of Gates since my bride and I purchased our first PC in 1988. CGA graphics, no hard drive, one floppy disk drive: 1200 bucks, on sale. You could heat a room with it after it was on for a few hours and it was only a little less loud than a vacumn cleaner. Love at first sight. Then of course there was the joy of learning the cryptic MS-DOS and all the arcane symbols to make the computer function, which would have made a medieval alchemist scream in frustration at the complexity. A true man’s operating system, although my bride somehow mastered it first and imparted the secret knowledge of the PC Craft to me.
Over the years at my home and office I have owned so many PCs I long ago lost count, and we have followed them through all of their transmutations: Windows 1.0, Windows 2.0, Windows 3.0, Windows 3.1, Windows 95, Windows 98, Windows ME, Windows XP, Vista (Don spits) and Windows 7.
I will turn this over now to my bride of 29 years this coming December, who will explain why we have brought a Mac product into this PC home: Continue reading
No! I have two sons, fraternal twins. They received all of their vaccines at exactly the same time and from exactly the same batches. They were born in 1991. One son is autistic and one is not. I hope that eventually we will move on from this dead end snake oil and concentrate on a cure for autism.
As the father of an autistic son, who is one of the lights of my life, I find it hard to convey adequately how much the pro-life witness of the Palins means to me. This video, which discusses Palin’s “special base”, does the job for me.