Honey I Shrunk the Church? #2

I remember the day very well. The doctor came in the exam room and began to relay to us the heartbreaking news that our two and a half year old son was autistic. He began to describe what my son's future would be like. He said that our son would always live with us, would never get married, would never learn more than one language (if he ever spoke...), and that he was mildly retarded. As the doctor relayed this news to us, our son sat in the corner of the exam room with his back to us, oblivious to the gravity of our conversation - further "proof", according to the doctor, that our little boy was indeed autistic. Fast forward 23 years. I am sitting at the Harvard University graduation

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