Deep into the last leg of my daily drive time I found myself lost in thought, puzzling over the weightier problems in our lives and in the lives of those closest to our family. Stumped, as usual, for answers to most of these problems I started imaging various scenarios where I had a single magical wish and how I would use it. Several delightful scenarios later I started drifting back to reality and I was somewhat startled to realize that in none of these scenarios had I wished my son out of autism -- something that in the past I have spent plenty of time wishing for. On this day, though, when I weighed that idea my gut reaction was, and still is, rejection. The idea of changing who my Little Guy is seems positively revolting. I love this kid the way he is. I love the way his brain works and I wouldn't change what is so deeply a part of who he is. We will continue to work towards growth is specific areas but the only changes I would wish are for improvements in the world around him.