
But who's counting?
I'll tell you what I counted yesterday: More than 200 moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, teachers and therapists -- all cheering and smiling and high-fiving. I saw inclusion at its finest and counted zero people who wanted to participate being left out. I counted the happy tears of a grateful mom as she counted the hundreds upon hundreds of dollars given to the cause in her son's honor.
My son counted and proudly reported to me his spares. There were four. His dad counted the two bumpers that went up to help him get those spares. And there's nothing wrong with counting supports.
My hope is that the people with autism who bowled with us on Sunday can count everyone else in that bowling alley, and all the donors who gave, as someone who supports them. May we count you in? Our event page is still live and accepting donations, and any of our bowlers would be honored by your support. So would we.
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