About six years our youngest son Colin was diagnosed with autism. Not the greatest day of lives. I remember sitting quietly in an austere office trying to make sense of this news. My mind leapt from thought to questions to ill-informed attempts at answers. Do we really have a disabled son? I could accept the diagnosis but not the idea my son was without abilities.  I asked myself what would this diagnosis mean for our family? Of course, I had no idea beyond fear or imagination; but I knew that our lives would be forever different. My mind buzzed like an annoying fly around the question: “What could I do to help him?”