Our grandson, Joey Bingen, has severe autism. He is fourteen years old and cannot communicate with words. He does have a couple of sign language signs and uses them when he wants something, but has basically not been able to communicate with his parents, brother, or anyone else. Then . . .
working with the therapist he wrote this message on his iPad, which, in the past, he has only used to play games. He has followed these words up with additional communications, the beginnings of written conversation. Fourteen years of silence and then words!
Where will this sudden ability to communicate lead? What will it mean in Joey’s life? His parent’s life? His grandparent’s life? Ethel and I believe in miracles at the moment. We believe in miracles.
I am headed to New Mexico and Navajo Technical University, but will drive past this spot in the San Juans on the weekend in order to visit my mother in the nursing home in Grand Junction. Kevin took a group of photos in the San Juans when visiting us when we lived in Continental Divide, NM. Ethel and I treasure all of his photos, of course, but I have a special place in my spirit for his Colorado photos.
The day was so hot and humid that you could hardly breathe when the tall ships came into Sturgeon Bay via the canal that links the bay to Lake Michigan. To get to the canal I had to walk down a dusty dirt road for awhile because of the number of other people who wanted to see the ships come into the docks. Then you walk through a meadow owned by the Nature Conservancy to where a concrete wall and a walk provides a wonderful place to view the canal first proposed in 1870. From there you can see the ships coming and going.
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