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Jessica had to go to Walmart, again. Ted, her husband of nearly five decades, did it, again. He had plugged up the toilet with all the toilet paper in the house.
The plumber just left. He smiled. This was the second time in the past month. It was getting late in the afternoon. Jessica tried not to drive at night and Ted never did very well around sundown any more. He was unpredictable. But the thought of no toilet paper in the house was also not acceptable to her. Jessica decided leaving him there alone was more dangerous than taking him with her. When another customer accidentally bumped into their shopping cart, Ted went ballistic. Loud. Angry. Embarrassing. Escalating. Jessica reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny card. She silently showed it to the poor, unknowing wayward shopping cart driver. He nodded his head. |
“I'm so sorry, it was strictly an accident,” he said quietly as he moved over to another lane
The awkward and humiliating situation was totally diffused. Soon, Ted calmed down as if it had never happened at all. He would never remember it.
Jessica sighed a sigh of relief as she led her dementia husband to the car, holding a very small package of toilet paper.
Her reasoning being “if we don't have a super sized - saver - monster package then he can't stuff roll after roll after roll in the commode."
What was on that little card that quickly diffused a really bad, awkward situation?
“My loved one has dementia, please be kind.” She had pulled it out many times ever since her friend gave her the deck of 36 mini cards. What a life saver!
“Ted,honey,let's go home. Do you want to play Airplanes or Red Boots when we get home?” She asked.
“Which one do I like,” he answered.
“Both of them,” she replied.
“Okay,” he exclaimed, we’ll do both of them!”
“Okay, honey.”
Earlier that day, Lee took his ten-year-old daughter, Abby, with him to her brother's baseball game. There was a lot of people there and it was noisy. Very noisy.
Just as the crowd roared at her brothers scoring hit, Abby had a loud meltdown.
Those around him glared at him and even shouted things about poor parenting and “Just pull your belt off and whip the kid to get her to shut up” It was not the first time. And he was certain it would not be the last.
Eight years ago, Abby was diagnosed with autism.
Hey, Lee, I've got something for you!” It was the dad of another child with autism as he made his way to the lawn chairs where Abby and Lee were. He had something in his hand that he showed to others as he came thru the crowd. “Excuse me, but I'm giving this to the dad over there.”
It was tiny but the group disturbed by the meltdown nodded and with love and understanding just focused back on the game.
Lee took the gift. It was a deck of mini cards that simply said “My loved one has autism, please be kind.”
When Lee read it, he hugged the other dad and mumbled, “Thank you. Both my wife and I and our son can certainly use this on an everyday basis!”
Both “Be Kind” cards and a variety of games including for dementia patients, those with autism, those who are blind or low vision, those for preschoolers or even just family fun night are available right here. Order now.
The awkward and humiliating situation was totally diffused. Soon, Ted calmed down as if it had never happened at all. He would never remember it.
Jessica sighed a sigh of relief as she led her dementia husband to the car, holding a very small package of toilet paper.
Her reasoning being “if we don't have a super sized - saver - monster package then he can't stuff roll after roll after roll in the commode."
What was on that little card that quickly diffused a really bad, awkward situation?
“My loved one has dementia, please be kind.” She had pulled it out many times ever since her friend gave her the deck of 36 mini cards. What a life saver!
“Ted,honey,let's go home. Do you want to play Airplanes or Red Boots when we get home?” She asked.
“Which one do I like,” he answered.
“Both of them,” she replied.
“Okay,” he exclaimed, we’ll do both of them!”
“Okay, honey.”
Earlier that day, Lee took his ten-year-old daughter, Abby, with him to her brother's baseball game. There was a lot of people there and it was noisy. Very noisy.
Just as the crowd roared at her brothers scoring hit, Abby had a loud meltdown.
Those around him glared at him and even shouted things about poor parenting and “Just pull your belt off and whip the kid to get her to shut up” It was not the first time. And he was certain it would not be the last.
Eight years ago, Abby was diagnosed with autism.
Hey, Lee, I've got something for you!” It was the dad of another child with autism as he made his way to the lawn chairs where Abby and Lee were. He had something in his hand that he showed to others as he came thru the crowd. “Excuse me, but I'm giving this to the dad over there.”
It was tiny but the group disturbed by the meltdown nodded and with love and understanding just focused back on the game.
Lee took the gift. It was a deck of mini cards that simply said “My loved one has autism, please be kind.”
When Lee read it, he hugged the other dad and mumbled, “Thank you. Both my wife and I and our son can certainly use this on an everyday basis!”
Both “Be Kind” cards and a variety of games including for dementia patients, those with autism, those who are blind or low vision, those for preschoolers or even just family fun night are available right here. Order now.