How One Teenager’s Quiet Act of Kindness at a Birthday Party Lifted My Visually Impaired Son and Restored My Faith in the Next Generation

in my head.

I would gather him up gently. I would steer him toward the cupcake table. I would suggest we go look at the gift bags or check on something inside the house.

Anything to redirect him before the laughter reached his ears fully.

That’s the kind of quiet rescue parents of visually impaired children become very good at. We don’t always have the continue reading …