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Something Wonderful

For years in Collin's early life, I spent my days clenched in anxiety over what terrible thing might come next. I was constantly braced for the next hard thing. That has eased some recently, but it is still my default.

This September, we sat down at our dining room table with a couple from a local foundation and they told us that they wanted to build a large, fully accessible bathroom for Collin. That two other local businesses had approached them and asked if they could participate, too. That the three of them wanted to work together to redo our kitchen, open up walls in our living spaces, and make our house beautiful and completely accessible for Collin. 

I had been submitting grant requests for that bathroom, getting turned down. We had been trying to come up with a sustainable plan for making those adaptations bit by bit while still allowing us the time we need to care for and spend time with Collin without running ourselves into the ground.

My tears didn't start in earnest until our visitors, sensing our hesitance, asked us to please let them do this for us. They explained that no matter how gorgeous and useful this house turned out, the benefit to us would be nothing compared to the benefit to those lucky enough to work on the project and get to know us.

As they prepared to leave, I couldn't find words for my feelings. "I'm in shock," I admitted to the man. "I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around this."

Their foundation is named in honor of their daughter, who had a rare genetic disorder. Its mission is to improve the lives of families who have children with special needs. These people get it.

"Isn't it nice," he said, "to be surprised every once in a while by something wonderful?"