During our son James' earlier years, he went to a
special school for Autistic children. He wasn't getting enough
speech therapy or occupational therapy at school, so after
finding out that the hospital in our neighborhood had both
available, I took him every Monday to Elmhurst General
Hospital for these services. The hospital is within walking distance
from our house. Whenever I was outside with James I
always held his hand for safety purposes. However one Monday as we were walking home James pulled away from my grip
and ran across the street. A car was also coming down this street, so I screamed out "God help me!" The man in
that car slammed on his brakes, and James' life was spared.
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