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There is Always Hope When it Comes to Autism | The Puzzle Boy

There is Always Hope When it Comes to Autism

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Here is a story that will melt your heart. It is not written by me. I do not know the name of the person that wrote it, but I knew that you would enjoy this heartwrenching, heartwarming story. Read on...

Meet Max

Today at 10:57am
Meet Max, he's chocolate brown, very soft and he sports a red golf shirt.
Max joins a long line up of treasured toys singled out of probably
hundreds, as a favorite.

First, there was "Katie", the cheap doll Sarah had that was a token
Christmas present from a distant relative. For some reason Katie
despite her lack of glamor won over Sarah's heart. Sarah played with
beloved Katie until her head fell off. Now I'm not sure if your
child's toy has every gone through head trauma, but it is really
distressing. We had to carefully package Katie up and airlift her to
Grandma. (The only person in the family who still knew how to
sew.)After a few weeks of surgery and rehabilitation Katie came back
with a letter.
"I feel much better now and I'm ready to play. While I was at
Grandma's I asked Jesus to come into my heart!" Sure enough we lifted
Katie's dress and in Raggedy Ann fashion, was a heart with "Jesus"
embroidered in it.

After Katie came "Kluto" (Pluto), because for our oldest son, every
man must have a dog.
When we first bought Kluto he could bark and do flips but after years
of tired loyalty, his wires frayed from being man's best friend. We
had to make the awful decision to either cut the wires or throw Kluto
away. Once again, surgery was the only option. Sadly it left Kluto
with the inability to walk but he was still toted every where and
enjoyed much fun.

Tiffany like her mother was a fan of stuffed cats. My own stuffed cat
"Katherine" probably harbored billions of bacteria carefully cultured
on her snout from the real milk I fed her everyday. Left over from my
cereal bowl no less. To this day, I still don't know how my very germ
conscious, public health nurse, mother let this go. I guess she
understood that I could not live without Catherine the cat.
Catherine had an array of surgeries that kept her going thankfully my
mother had med surg experience! Catherine also occasionally flirted
and married "George" my sister's stuffed male cat. Sometimes they
repelled together on bathrobe belts down the staircase. So it was no
surprise that Tiffany, my youngest, would have a pension for felines.
Cats are always up for adventure and fear nothing - so similar to
Tiffany's gusto to do all her older brothers and sister do.

But Josh... he was a different story. No toy moved him. Despite many
bought.
In fact, Dave and I were cleaning the attic out after New Years and
opened tote after tote of Autism toys. Specifically bought to pull
Josh into our world and into a normal childhood. Instead our hearts
broke as we would find him playing in the toilet or eating my make-up
- throwing our fall pumpkins in the fish tank. Killing our sun fish
with a deafening blow. No amount of Rescue Hero robots, "Toots" the
Train or Fuzzy friends action would sway Josh back to the simple joys
of childhood.

If you want to have your heart broken in half stand in the living room
at Christmas after you have been up half the night assembling toys and
watch a child stare aimlessly at them. My Christmas from hell was when
Josh was three. We searched the world over for toys he might like.
Dave assembled a fantastically colored wooden play house til 2 in the
morning. The other three kids tore out of bed screaming and squealing
and Dave on video is heard coaxing Josh. Josh unfortunately, is
completely spaced out. "Come on buddy how about the helicopter? Pull
the paper off someone!" Dave begged. This Christmas morning, like
birthdays, made us cry ourselves to sleep at night. Often I would find
Dave slumped over a sleeping Josh begging God to give him his words.

And then there was Max five years later.
The symbol of hope, change and that God will never leave us or forsake us.
Maybe it was the 5 hearts that we put in Max at Build A Bear that
filled him with so much love. After 5 years of biomedical treatment
and much prayer Josh finally has a Max.
We often find Max carefully tucked in next to Josh at night and then
up early at the breakfast table. Even patiently waiting for Josh, in
his pint sized golf shirt, while the next level is mastered on the DS.
In a matter of days Max, the discount Build A Bear, has become family.
He is scooped up after school and consulted before major decisions.
"Should I have a banana or rice bar Max?" I even catch him eying
Tiffy's Bear as they have tea.
Somehow Max for his 10 bucks and 3 dollar golf shirt has healed my
heart and reminded me that God can do the impossible.
When the neurologist told me Josh had Autism, there was nothing we can
do. He flatly said "There is no cure"...scrape the unscientific
diets...there is no hope. Just cope lady. Just cope. As he handed me a
little white piece of paper with a psychiatrist's number on it. (I
cried bitter tears all the way home.)
The neurologist for all his beautifully framed diplomas was wrong,
dead wrong. There was plenty of hope and restoration for little
non-verbal Josh. We just had to look under some rocks. Scan the
internet until we found other parents with healed kids and more
importantly, doctors who refused to believe Autism was just some
genetic anomaly.
There *was* healing for Josh all along. Max is proof that there are
silver lining stuffed with wishes. A friend waiting for you to come home.

If you know someone recently diagnosed with Autism tell them.
There is hope. There is healing. Dreams and destinies don't have to be
derailed and lost.
http://www.generationrescue.org/biomedical.html

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