And I could not stop laughing.

Yes, I am her mom, yes, I love her dearly, yes, she is autistic, high functioning. And the going statement is – “When you meet an Asperger person, you have just met ONE Asperger person”. People are individual, and when you add those characteristics with a highly functioning autistic person, you can get a vast amount of individuality. This story is from her perspective, and with her enthusiastic permission, I pass it on to you.

“When you meet an Asperger person, you have just met ONE Asperger person”.

Thanks to Aspergers sites

She called me up and stated she is emotional, and just had the worst day of her life, and she is done with it. Her 9-year-old daughter tells her that it is better that she is away from her mom because when she was at camp she felt better because she got her vitamins regularly. “Mom, it’s your fault for not giving me the vitamins.” Her 6-year-old son says that mom doesn’t belong here with him. Then, her husband chirps in and demands to know when she is going to “fix” his bruised and swollen foot. I won’t repeat what she said back to him.

But that was not what made me laugh.

But that was not what made me laugh so hard. In the middle of this drama, she had to go to the grocery store. Her husband insisted on going inside, so she could not leave her children with him and just go grocery shopping alone. She was so stressed and distracted with the drama, that she told me – “you know what mom?” “I left my phone in the cart.

I did not realize I left my phone in the cart until I had returned home. After I had been home 45 minutes, 45 minutes, Mom! I decided to look for it. I could not find it anywhere, so I picked up my daughter’s gizmo phone and called it. That’s when he answered it.

“He answered the phone, Mom! I told him, ‘Stay right there, do not move, I am coming to you. Stay there.’ I ran to the car, jumped in and returned to the store a block away.

He stayed, Mom! As I drove up to the gas station where he said he was, I could see him. Then I saw my phone was in the hands of a bum! I was still talking to him on my daughter’s Gizmo. He had my phone, Mom, and he was trying to use it, but he was so strung out he couldn’t figure it out.

He was standing in the middle of a fairly busy road waiting for me. He was trying to get into my phone! I was afraid he was going to take a picture of himself. Mom, he looked so bad. But he was checking out my phone! So, he handed it to me, and I got into the car and came home. I made sure he got out of the road before I left. I thanked him so much for returning the phone to me!

The Best Part

But Mom … there was your message that was showing on the front of the phone, the one you sent that was about that series of messages. It was saying something about how much God loves you, and, Mom, maybe he was reading it. Maybe he couldn’t do anything to my phone because he saw that. Maybe he thought God was talking to him.

I’m sorry but that is when I lost it. My daughter was so focused on what drama was around her, she did not see that God had an appointment with this bum, as she called him. That is just like God. That is just like something he would do in the middle of a huge drama. He would use it to reach out to someone he loves. He always gets his name glorified.

I believe my daughter saw a little glimpse of that truth when she realized I was laughing. It’s just like God to say,

“I want to borrow your phone for a bit, someone needs to talk to me.”