This morning I dropped my youngest son to his Autism Support Class and met a delightful young girl. 

“Every kid is different.” She told me.

“Yes.” I answered. “And every kid grows up into a different adult.” 

“Yeah. The same kind of different.” She said.

“Well, you never know. You see- when I was your age, I was in a wheelchair and all kinds of people told me I would never do all kinds of things but guess what: I never gave up and I’ve done all those things they said I could never do.”

Then we talked about the awesomeness of My Little Pony hair.

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