Everyone knows the story of my blind dog by now
I won't bore you all with that again.
I did meet an autistic mute boy once at a school where we had to get supplies. The supplies weren't ready yet, so I sat with the boy and played with some toys and started talking about my imagination, worlds I came up with and characters. Fascinated, the boy was listening carefully. When the supplies where ready, I had to go and said goodbye. All of a sudden I heard a soft voice ask what my name was. The people there were in awe because he had never spoken to them before. I told the boy my name, was almost crying. Will almost remember that boy. Think it was because I treated him like an adult, my equal. A wonderful experience.
Same question.
Apart fromgiving birth to my daughter the only other thing is when I did a memory walk for my gran who had Alzheimers disease. I rasied £265 in the end.