My son had just completed a couple of hours of auditory testing and had just had enough. When we left he let loose and pitched a fit in the hallway of the office building, refusing to go any farther (even though for the last hour all he wanted to do was leave the doctor’s office). I did the typical mom thing of walking away telling him I was leaving and he could come with me if he wanted. This caused the fit to escalate into a throw down of epic proportions, including a piercing scream that sounded like an ax murderer was on him.
All of a sudden another office door came flying open and a large gentleman, ready to do battle, emerged. He looked at me on one end of the hall, determined I was fine, and then looked toward the end of the hallway where my then seven-year-old was. He looked back at me ready to do…..something. I’m not sure what, but I hastily assured him we were just having an autistic moment. His entire demeanor changed and he went from wanting to rescue someone to offering to help with the kindest expression imaginable. I will never forget him – not only for trying to come the rescue if need be, but to then continue to want to help even when faced with a situation he clearly had no idea what to do about. Random acts of kindness.