Did you see the autistic basketball kid on tv? It will make you cry! I swear. Because he's autistic! And he loves basketball! But all season they wouldn't let him play. They would only let him be team manager. (Because he's autistic, see.) But, then, in the last game of the season, in the last four minutes of the game, the coach put him in.
And he shot!
And he missed!
By like a mile.
But then he shot again, and he scored! SIX TIMES! And won the game for his team! And everyone cheered! and rushed the court! And it was his happy day!
The President wept when he saw it.
And so did Larry,
(And this, in itself, is sort of touching, because it may be the only thing my husband and our president will ever have in common.)
And then Larry told me about it, and I wept for the autistic basketball boy, too!
But, of course, I'll cry at pretty much anything these days.
Like when I have a foot cramp.
Or the stretchy panel on my maternity pants keeps falling down.
Or we're out of cheese nips. (But somebody put the empty box back on the shelf instead of throwing it in the trash. NOT COOL.)
And then there's the very legitimate tear jerker, NPR StoryCorps. I can barely get my kid to school on Fridays without pulling over and sobbing on the shoulder of the highway. And it doesn't matter if it's a story about a woman in the throes of cancer, the indignities of alzheimers or just some uptight Korean man learning to say I love you. It all kills me.
Cancer. Autism. Cheese Nips. This is emotional stuff.
And he shot!
And he missed!
By like a mile.
But then he shot again, and he scored! SIX TIMES! And won the game for his team! And everyone cheered! and rushed the court! And it was his happy day!
The President wept when he saw it.
And so did Larry,
(And this, in itself, is sort of touching, because it may be the only thing my husband and our president will ever have in common.)
And then Larry told me about it, and I wept for the autistic basketball boy, too!
But, of course, I'll cry at pretty much anything these days.
Like when I have a foot cramp.
Or the stretchy panel on my maternity pants keeps falling down.
Or we're out of cheese nips. (But somebody put the empty box back on the shelf instead of throwing it in the trash. NOT COOL.)
And then there's the very legitimate tear jerker, NPR StoryCorps. I can barely get my kid to school on Fridays without pulling over and sobbing on the shoulder of the highway. And it doesn't matter if it's a story about a woman in the throes of cancer, the indignities of alzheimers or just some uptight Korean man learning to say I love you. It all kills me.
Cancer. Autism. Cheese Nips. This is emotional stuff.
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