I received an email from a friend today. It reads:

Hello All,

I’m sure everyone of you knows at least one family affected by autism, as ours is. Please watch this video and pass it along to everyone you can. The band, Five for Fighting, is generously donating $0.49 to Autism Speaks each time this video is viewed. The funding goes toward research studies to help find a cure. When you have a moment, please visit the link below to watch the video and pass it along. They are aiming for 10,000 hits, but hopefully we can help them to surpass this goal.

http://www.whatkindofworlddoyouwant.com/videos/view/id/408214

For those who are curious what life for a parent of an autistic child is like, watch the Autism Every Day video on this link:http://www.autismspeaks.org/sponsoredevents/autism_every_day.php

Much love.

We all can help fight autism, even if we are not affected by it. One day, I am sure you will run into someone who is affected and wish you could help.

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I had forgotten to talk about the little girl that thought I was her mom when we brought Little Mochi for his 6 month immunization shots. You would either laugh hysterically or find the story heartbreaking.

I walked out of the pediatrician’s office and into the waiting room. I didn’t notice who was in the waiting room at the time as I was too preoccupied with trying to cancel my next appointment with the “Two Thumbs Down” receptionist.

The second I turned around, this little Asian girl screams, “Mommy!”. She was probably around 2 o3 years old.

Of course, me not being her mom, the father of the little girl pulls her back, picks her up and tells her that I am not her mommy.

Still not awake of what’s going on (I was happy thinking that I did a “I told you so” with the receptionist, I walk by her. I hear this girl screaming, “Mommy!”. I turned to look at her and gave her a small smile and said “Hi.”

Then as I turned towards the door to leave, with my husband and Little Mochi right behind me, the little girl screamed as loud as she could, “Moooommmmmmmyyyyyy!” and started to run towards me with her arms extended. Kid you not, there were tears running down her cheeks.

So what did I do? I bent over, picked her in my arms, and tried to comfort her for asa her father is walking toward me to grab the poor child back.

Even after the pediatrician’s door closed, I can still hear her screaming, “Mommy!”

Let’s see.

Should I be flattered that I looked like her Mom? But don’t “all Asians look alike?”

Should I be laughing because the story is just hilarious? You have to admit that from a bystander’s point of view, it can be a funny scene to watch!

Should I, as the father, be completely embarrassed that his own daughter can’t even recognize her own mother? Remember, she was 2 or 3. Even Little Mochi at 6 months can somewhat recognize his parents!

Would I, as the mother, be completely heart-broken that my own little girl can’t recognize me?

I sure hope the father doesn’t tell his wife.

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