My 35 year old son has Fragile X Syndrome. I call him a gentle giant. He is 6' and 200+ pounds -- big to look at, somewhat overwhelming in size, but as soft as silk and as gentle as a puppy.
Yesterday he participated in one of many basketball tournaments sponsered by Special Olympics. He loves going to these games so he can be with "his buds". Last year he scored a few points for the team. The coach called him "the bomb" and from then on my son refers to himself as "The Bomber". So cute!
So yesterday he scored. Well, you should have seen him! Hootin' and hollerin' for the success of it. My heart swelled with love and joy and pride...it should all be so simple...shouldn't it? That something like a basketball score can bring such joy to so many?
The world can learn an awful lot from our special needs citizens. They know what unconditional means...no strings, no hidden agendas...just the pure joy of it, whatever the 'it' is.