From Huffington Post's Susan Senator.
I went to the supermarket the other day and on my way out to my car I
saw a young employee walking eagerly towards a stray shopping cart. He
caught my attention because his stride was a little too coltish; his
smile was a little too giddy. He was "one of ours," as my husband Ned
likes to say with fondness when we spot someone who's probably autistic
-- like our son, Nat.
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