This is a wholesome and honest story from a dad who has a son named Daniel, who is autistic. The short story is about being at Walt Disney World with his family and his son having a tantrum. He was getting ready to be berated with advice on parenting from strangers and having to defend himself and his son, but then something unexpected happened. A man near them said something simple, yet kind and understanding and it changed everything. This is the value of kindness:
(via: Square Peg in a Round Hole)
Sorry, not sorry, but ‘God’ isn’t responsible for this. It’s genetics. Kids are born like this sometimes. It could be from all the chemicals we’re exposed to in our foods and such, it could be just random sequencing of it all in the womb, but saying that a child that’s born in such a way as to not be able to function in modern society isn’t exactly a ‘gift’. And if there is a ‘god’ behind all this nonsense like children getting cancer, being born neurospicy, starving to death in capitalistic hellscapes and in third world countries… that god is a shit god unworthy of worship or acknowledgement as anything other than a dumpster fire of a deity. Stop giving god credit or blaming god for all this nonsense. They’re not real.