perspective – Stories of Wil, my son, who has Down syndrome

A Little Can Mean a Lot

Yesterday I went to Wolf’s Westside Automotive Service for an oil change. I had been there the previous day to have my tire patched. When

Rain drops hit the pool deck. It was sometime around 1980. A group of about 10 of us kids sat on our towels joking that

“I made my call. I did my charity service for the day.” Charity, in its truest form, is an act of unselfish love toward another

Last night, there was a story on the news about a young man with Down syndrome training for a full ironman. Yes, a FULL! I

Yesterday, I just didn’t have it in me. Yesterday, I did not have the patience that on somedays I find miles of. Some days I

I’m embarrassed of things I said before Wil was born. I was ignorant. I just didn’t know. Now, when I hear or read certain words,