I have a beautiful nephew named Peter. He's a happy, smiling, intelligent three year old who just happens to have autism. Yesterday my sister sent me an email describing a simple kindness ... the kind that can make all the difference in the world.
Every morning when I walk down the long hallway of Peter’s school, headed for his classroom with him holding my hand, he makes his loud “happy noises.” He loves school and skips and hops in his own clumsy way in his excitement to get to his classroom. Sometimes I wish he would be a little quieter, because we get puzzled looks from the older school children who pass by us in the hallway. They don’t understand why he makes those noises. And every morning, Peter looks into every classroom we pass and smiles. One particular teacher always steps into the hallway and says, “I hear Peter coming. Good morning, Peter! How are you today? I’ll see you at lunchtime!” This morning she called out to me after we passed by:
I turned around. “Yes?”
“I just want you to know that Peter always makes my morning.”
Wow. That really made MY morning, and I don’t even know her name!