QUINCY, MASS. -- The hall was basic, unadorned, in need of a makeover. Not like a hotel with plush chairs and soft lights. Not like a meeting room where business people gather.
It was the people who brought beauty into this place, men and women in thick parkas coming in from the cold, cheeks red, eyes bright, turning away from the parent who drove them and turning toward their friends.
This was a meeting of Friendship Club, and it was all about talking and playing games and cooking and sharing a meal and reconnecting.
The members of Friendship Club are adults with developmental disabilities. This makes them different. But what makes them typical is everything else. They laugh. They cry. They love the Patriots. And they want what everyone wants: to be liked. To be needed. To belong.
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