My seven yr old high functioning Autistic son has loved motorcycles,cars and police cars for as long as I can remember. The number of toy motorcycles,cars, and police vehicles we have is astounding!He used to love to line them up ,still does sometimes, but mostly likes to play with them in the dirt, driving them around. We have a neighbor that lives at the end of our street that has a motorcycle,and works on cars in his garage . Zach will sit on his bike for hours while watching all that goes on at our neighbors house,I wondered at first if they would mind, I explained Zachs condition to them,He and his wife were very understanding,and said they didnt mind him being there.All the neighborhood kids like to play there,I have four sons total ,and you can find the older ones at any given time, up the road watching the older boys skate or riding bikes and ramping.My youngest would love to be there as well, but he is not old enough yet! Tonight as any other night Zach was up the road watching the boys skate and do jumps on the ramps, he was really interested in Daves motorcycle tonight, and had been staring at it for about an hour (unbeknownst to me) I was outside trimming the hedges when Dave came walking up the road,I saw him and wondered "Oh No "what is Zach getting into this time??(He has on occasion been known to get into things he shouldnt, as any child does) Dave came up and told me Zach had been looking at his motorcycle and was wondering if it would be ok if he took him for a ride? I was taken back, I thought of the joy this would bring to Zach, and how utterly sweet and kind it was for Dave to give this gift to Zach. I said yes that would be fine,I had seen Dave on the bike and knew him to be responsible, He said he would just ride him around the block, and be right back... I went up the road and tapped Zach on the shoulder, and asked him if he wanted a ride on the motorcycle?? He kinda shook his head in disbeleif and said YES! He put on the helmet grinning from ear to ear, acting all big, and got on the bike with some help from Daves older son. They were gone about five minutes or so, not long but you could hear Zach WHOO HOOOING from the time they reached the corner, He was on cloud nine, smiling and yelling his enthusiasm. I fought back tears as I saw the joy on his face,and thanked God for kind people and good neighbors like Dave and his family, a random act of kindness that made a little boys eyes, and face light up!And helped one mother, who usually deals with angry looks, and zero tolerance for a child with special needs, that there are truly some wonderful and kind people in this world.
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