By Sharon Kay Edwards
“He’s autistic.” I choked out. “This is all he’s talked about all day. Is there anything you can do?”
“Meet me around the side there,” you nobly said. (Kudos to staying in character the entire time, by the way.)
We made our way around to the side of the stage, amid a sea of parents, kids and cheery cast members.
There you were, waiting all Jedi-like in an alcove. Waiting for Josiah.
You then made a “grand presentation” to him and gave him Darth Vader’s lightsaber —autographed by the Dark Lord himself!
Say what!?
Josiah was in awe. You gave him the moon, Mr. Jedi Master. You fixed his day… his entire vacation! You got him back on track.