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from, A Cup of Comfort for Parents of Children with Autism, Stories of hope and everyday success
Part of the Gift
My wife and I sit together on one of the couches in the doctor’s examining room, which is at least 30 feet long with many toys in plastic bins.
“Yep, he’s autistic,” the doctor says nonchalantly, labeling our son as if she were stating the color of his hair.
Looking over at my little boy as he plays with a figurine of a knight on a galloping horse, I find her diagnosis impossible to believe. Read the full story...
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