Every once in a while you meet someone that you know loves you and will be there for you no matter what. Well now, not only is she that person for me but also my boy. I can't begin to explain how loved I feel just knowing she is an Angel in our corner.
She wrote this for us...
The money from this event goes to benefit families in Nevada so it may seem odd that our team was named "For Sammy" who lives in Massachusetts. For me, it didn't matter that the money raised at this event wouldn't make it to Sammy. For me it wasn't really about the money (although it's a really great thing for families who need help). For me it was about spreading awareness and education. For me it was about making people understand. For me it was about putting a face to that 1 in 88.
You see, Sammy was the first person I ever knew who had autism that wasn't a student or client. Sammy was the first person I loved who had autism. Sammy was the first person who made me see it all differently. Anne and I have known each other for many years and we have always been close. So when I found out about Sam's autism, I made it a point to do everything I could to help, everything I could to make this journey a little easier for Anne and her family.
Sam is the face I see when people say "1 in 88". This family is the family I think about when I walk, run or volunteer at events...regardless of where they are. Sam is the voice I hear saying "my love you my ponytail" (his affectionate nickname for me) when people say "I can't imagine living with this every day".
So, even though I work with kids every day who are affected by autism, Sammy is my 1 in 88. And I wanted people to know him.
So on that Saturday we walked. Me, my husband and my friends who had never met Sammy. They all sacrificed their time. They all walked, ran and jogged.
It was hot.
People had allergies.
People had bad knees.
People had little ones and no baby sitters.
People were tired (ok ok, its Vegas, they were hung over).
But they all walked. Not one of them took a short cut. Not one of them decided to do the "fun mile" instead of the 5k.
Not one of them complained. They all finished. With a smile.
One of my friends said to someone who tried to convince her to take a shortcut "this kid we're walking for can't quit his autism so why should I quit this race because my knee hurts?"
I cried because she doesn't know Sam or his struggles or what he goes through every day just to get dressed.
I cried because even though Sam wasn't there to see it, he had a group of amazing people walking to support him, running to educate people, limping to let them know that he has a team behind him every day! Even though he can't see them...they are there. And now they have a 1 in 88 too.
I'd walk a thousand miles for Sammy. I love him. He's my 1 in a million :)
He's my 1 in 88.
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