It was during one of those quiet moments that I noticed how he would take each blade of grass and dissect it…he would slowly peel the grass apart strip by strip…one impossibly slender piece after another…until -poof- it was no more…and then he would snap off another fresh blade of grass and do it all over again…and again…and again. How many people know that a blade of grass can be peeled into so many green strips? That a tiny blade of grass is more than it appears to be at first glance. So many things in life are just like that blade of grass.
Lynn Browder , I am not the parent of a autistic child…but…I am a sibling to a autistic brother.
lost and found

I am finishing my first book. The basis is finding -the calm in the storm, find the love teaching. As parents and teachers we can find the magical moments but only if we pause, look, listen and appreciate. Your story eloquently states this.

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