One day I was chatting with a facilities guy as we walked to another building and we chatted about his kids. He told me one of his young sons had Down's Syndrome.
I stopped and just looked at him. He looked at me and asked what the problem was, I said I could usually read people fairly well but the way he said that I couldn't tell how he felt.
He asked me if I'd ever known any Down's kids and I said yeah, a couple. He asked my impression of them, I said the ones I'd met were happy go lucky kinda folks and were a joy to be around. He just smiled and said "That's my boy."
That made my day.
What a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing it.