Coincidence: a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.“Come on, man. There has to be a reasonable explanation.” It’s almost as if his mind won’t let his spirit hope. “He probably happened upon some dinosaur YouTube video while you were cooking dinner. He probably replayed it six or twenty-seven times and it ...
I choose to stay positive. I choose to embrace the tiny victories.I choose to keep it real.I choose honesty.I choose humility. I choose to forgive myself when I fail.I choose to let go of guilt.I choose to run toward my wife, not away.I choose to live in awe of my son. I choose to let ...
I just don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I spend my days putting band aids on my own emotional issues dealing with all this. Some days I get spiritual and turn to God. Some days I write and express my emotions that way. Some days I throw myself into some other task like work or ...
I ask you to indulge me for a minute as I drift off topic briefly. I have to write about this because it affects me deeply and I’ve been hurting for a couple of days. I think by now most of you have come to know me as a kind, fair and gentle man just ...
Fifteen seconds. He feels so good for fifteen seconds. He opens his eyes, blinks three times, takes a deep breath and it’s gone. He’s awake. He lays there for a minute or two, trying in vain to will himself back to sleep… back to that amazing dream. He can’t. Instead he lays there in silence ...
He’s hideous. He has bad breath and yellow fangs. He has a rotten stench and the diabolic power of reaching into your soul and squeezing your spirit until it physically hurts. He’s doesn’t play fair. He’s sly and sneaky and jumps up to snatch you at your most vulnerable moments. His name? “Comparison”.
1. We are supposed to fix things. Yes, it’s irrational. But the road to accepting there are things we can’t fix is long and ugly and sometime endless. 2. The sweetest words ever spoken to me by my wife: “You are an amazing Dad.” 3. The most painful words ever spoken to me: “It must ...
When he was three he wanted no part of a costume and he wouldn’t leave the house. When he was five he tolerated wearing a striped shirt and we called him a pirate, but he still threw a complete temper tantrum when we tried to leave the house. When he was six he tolerated a ...
I have this Autism Parenting gig boiled down to three basic concepts: 1) Pick your battles.2) Trust your gut.3) Screw Dr. Phil. Every day my son makes a plan. Actually, it’s more of a legally-binding contract than a plan. The plan includes a list of mundane activities that he agrees to take part in (like ...
