Adam

Yesterday, I met Adam.

A sweet, precocious eight year old boy with behavioral and psychological traits on the autism spectrum. I could see the weight of the world in the eyes of his mother, as Rohini and I spoke to her about his physical and emotional challenges.

His mom spoke about his inability to cope with changing environments and any change in his routine. She spoke about his penchant for the water and his wizardry with everything electronic, and yet, how he struggles with life’s simplest tasks.

Adam, like many special needs children, faces a tough road ahead. With a big smile, he gave me a big hug, and left with his family. In some inexplicable way he touched my life. I left feeling sad for this little boy, and his uncertain future, as he grows into a young man.

We just take so much for granted, and we complain about the simplest of things when life does not go our way. I came home and called my son to tell him I loved him, and said a silent prayer to thank God for the many blessings bestowed in my life.

I wish, I had some pixie dust to make Adam’s troubles go away.
And put a smile in his mother’s eyes.