In life there are so many simple abilities we have that we tend to overlook, like hitting a baseball and being able to run after you hit it, reading a book, or writing a simple sentence. What comes easy for most of us is a trial for others.

A year and a half ago my 8 year old son was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome, a high functioning form of Autism. This came as a complete surprise to me. I had known from the time he was a baby that he had “issues” and by issues I mean that he was incredibly gifted with his vocabulary and imagination. Most 15 month olds could not begin to tell you what an “Ultimate Machine of Destruction” was much less build one from legos. He loves building everything his mind can dream up and can tell you every scrap of information on many subjects that interest him from dinosaurs to volcanoes, but the one thing I could never get him to do was hold a pencil or crayon and draw what he was describing to me. This was a very odd idiosyncrasy to me considering that my 3 older children couldn’t keep their hands off of pencils or paper. All three are very talented artists.