Before I retire for the night….
Little did I know yesterday when I put my thoughts into words about that horrendous letter that was circulating to Brenda, the grandmother of Max, who lives with autism, the way my world would be affected.
I do not know this family (unfortunately) but I could not stay silent about the way one person chose to react to Max, a 13 year old boy. 13.
So I wrote what I would like to say to that person. I wanted to show Max and his family that not all people thought that way. Good grief, not even most people thought that way. I wanted to, in some small way, do something.
People started reading my response. People started sharing it. And sharing it. And sharing it. On my page alone, I have had over 3,000 shares. Not counting how many other times it was shared through other people. Blown away does not even begin to describe what I was seeing in my inbox, on my news feed and through conversations.
A dialogue was started. People shared stories. Neighbours asked questions. New acquaintances were made.
At the end of the day that nasty letter has done far more good than harm. Don’t get me wrong ~ the pain inflicted by the choice to write that letter in the first place will never be forgotten, but hopefully it will be overshadowed by the good that has come from it.
We live in a world, a country, a province, a state, a city, a neighbourhood where good can prevail. Let’s hold onto that thought tightly tonight and hopefully we’ll all sleep a little better. I know I certainly will.
Until next time…