He had a traumatic and tragic birth history. He spent his first four years of life in two different orphanages. He was diagnosed as being severely mentally delayed. He was nonverbal and faced a life of institutionalization.
Flash forward 1 year and 10 months, a new home, a new family….
He is diagnosed with autism. It is found that he possesses a gift.
The gift is numbers–math. He counts everything. He can count a collection of hundreds with a single glance. He can add, subtract, multiply and divide in his head and does so all day long with great joy. His entire world is a puzzle of numbers.
He is five years old.
He is now being placed in a 4th grade level math class at school. His verbal skills are at a 3-year-old level and his self-care skills are about the same level or below.
But his gift is amazing.
His story is still unfolding, and how lucky I am to be a part of it. He has taught me a lesson that I very well might have missed out on otherwise.
What would this world be like if we could all see past each others weaknesses and instead only focus on the many gifts around us?