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When they told me he would never talk,
I taught him to sing.
I mimicked his little sounds
until he began to mimic mine.
When they told me he would never walk
I taught him to run.
I put his little hands in mine
and helped guide his feet toward our goal.
I fell to my hands and knees
and raced along the floor by his side.
When they said he would not read
I began showing him words
and teaching him sounds.
When they said he would not write
I gave him a crayon
and said you can and he became a poet.
When they said he would live
in his own world
I opened the doors to mine
and waited for him to enter.
Now when they say things
I raise my voice to the heavens.
God hears me and gives me strength
to help him overcome
the limitations
they say await him.

My son is autistic. High functioning and bright and incredible in a million different ways, but autistic nonetheless. When he was very little I was told he would never be reachable, never talk or know how to love. I asked God to help me do everything I could to teach him, to not get discouraged. God heard my prayers and began to work little miracles in our lives. Nothing turned out the way I was first told it would . . .

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