A team from our church went into action for our community Moving Assistance Program, which helps folks with limited financial means relocate into better living conditions. It’s a great program that pulls the community together to serve many elderly, fixed-income, disabled and even abused neighbors.
I took our autistic son Joey along. Although he was sleepy, due to being a teenager rather than autism, he was a trooper and did his part moving boxes and light furniture.
So props to Joey today, because he was a caregiver for our community.
I’m proud of him, and I think he knows it. He’s sitting on the couch processing the experience, and chuckling. Always a good sign.