...Reminds me of what we've been through. This morning one of the underclassmen decorated out front porch to celebrate my son graduating 8th grade. The teachers, in this pandemic, are stopping by later to say their goodbyes to him. I remember my 8th grade graduation. Never really thought it was a big deal. But, watching my son discover the decorations on our porch this morning it really hit me. This is a kid who was severely ill as a baby. I remember the day we got the autism diagnosis. He had stopped talking, had retreated into his shell. We knew we probably had lost him...the only boy who could carry the family name into the future. But, my wife and I buckled down and dove head first into curing him. They said, and still say, you can't cure autism. They discourage experimental treatments under the guise that "they haven't been proven to work" as though a desperate mother has time to wait. They still say they don't know what could be causing all this autism...still 15 years later. But, there he stood this morning - handsome, fit, smiling and more socially aware than most of his peers. His recovery is unprecedented. Just thought I'd share.

If I ever decide to put a huge target on my back I'll write a book on how we did it...