We love to venture out every spring in search of the flowers, that bring the desert floor to life in vibrant colors. This particular weekend, the sight of the plush, golden poppies are not the only thing I touched me.
While Greg was enjoying snapping a few more pictures of the incredible view from a lookout point, outside of Oatman, Ross and I headed back to the car. I noticed a couple of dachshunds and quickly got Ross in the car. (He’s terrified of dogs)
As we sat and waited for Greg, I noticed a lady who I thought was looking and talking to me. She was actually looking at the dogs.
My car door was opened and Ross was a being a bit noisy. I mentioned that he was autistic and was afraid of dogs.
A sweet smile appeared as she asked, how old he was.
“37.”
“I have a 26 year old grandson.”
An instant connection with a stranger.
I smiled and said, “I know it’s a tough road, bless you on your journey.”
We belong to a community, a club, that we didn’t necessarily want to join. The comfort that comes from a stranger, connecting for a matter of seconds. No explanation necessary of what autism means, how it affects your child, you and your family.
As we were ready to leave, she asked if she and her daughter could pray for me.
“Of course, and I’ll do the same.”
I hope I don’t forget this woman and how she made me feel that day. In turn, I hope I was able to bring her a bit of comfort, as well.
