Dear Young Sir,...
Yes, you, the young man,...twenty or so,...in the black polo shirt at Zaxby's this afternoon. You watched our Isaac zooming around and round the circuit of booths, running off pent up energy from having been confined in his car seat.
You, were sitting next to a vending machine,...an ol' timey pinball machine,...that discharged little rubber balls,...that pinged and ponged against the game board paddles until rolling out,...into a child's hand.
Exploring the vending machine,...Isaac was being Isaac,...trying out all the leavers, and he stopped to smile at you, with that sunshine smile of his.
And,...I guess he won your heart,...because you unexpectedly pulled out a quarter and put it in the machine for my little son,...and we all laughed at his delight as the ball came out and bounced across the restaurant with him chasing with giggles as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him.
When your order was announced, you went to the counter and collected it,....smiled at Isaac and us,...and said, "That is one cute kid!"
All of this,...you know,...Dear Young Sir,...you were there.
What you don't know,...is that Isaac's mother,...and that would be me,...had cried all the way to Zaxby's so burdened for her little son with Apraxia.
There are so many unknowns for us,...when and if,...Isaac will be able to speak with the ease of his peers,...and what will happened between here and there,...and especially how will others,...others, who don't know how darling our precious little guy is,...how will they respond to him and his challenges.
I can only hope they follow your generous example and reach for a quarter,...because that was a small price to pay for Isaac's happiness,...and mine.
May God bless and keep you.
Until I post again,...may God bless and keep you!