A California Garbage Man Has Big Impact On Boy With Autism
You broke into his world when I couldn’t, and moments spent watching you go down our street together brought him back to me. And almost every week after that first time he asked, I would hold my breath and wait and hope he would ask for you again, I want truck. And so often he did and we would run outside in whatever discombobulated state we were in to see you.
I remember Grey started preschool this past fall. I was so sad and not at all ready to let go of my little buddy. I was mournful to say goodbye to our trash truck Wednesdays. And on that first Wednesday morning after the school year began, I heard your hum on our street as we were leaving for school. You came early and we still got to see you. Suddenly I knew we would be okay.
Today I heard your melodic engine roar and hum, your brakes squeaking with each stop of your truck. We went outside and waited for you.
And Grey’s eyes came alive when we finally saw you turn the corner onto our street.
And today as you were driving away you abruptly came to a stop, reversed and you opened your door.
I see you two out here every week, you said. Do you want to get a really good picture? And you opened your world and your heart and your truck to me and my boy. You have no idea what that moment meant to me.
I asked you your name and I shook your hand when I really wanted to grab you and hug you. I tried to hold back my tears. I wanted to tell you everything but all I could do was squeak out thanks.