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My neighbor just passed by and told me his plans for the day (I'm by the window so that invites idle chatter) We talked about the weather and he told me he's waiting for a friend, and they're gonna go take a dip at the river, have some mates.

My neighbor has lived his whole life (he's my age now) with a nondescript developmental issue, and is neurodivergent. My MIL told me he has had help from the government and the healthcare system (all free) to pinpoint the exact medication for his anxiety. Nowadays he's an actor in small city theaters, and has a very busy social life. He's completely independent, has a beautiful relationship with his mother, pays taxes, etc.

And every time he stops by my house, he talks to me or my wife through the window, about his plans, and he always calls you 'best friend' or 'pal', or something equally warm. And you can't help but smile.

We are all the same in what's important, aren't we. And people like him, who is seen as different, and has received help, no questions asked, and then proceeds to just live life and be happy, remind me that lending a hand matters. That being neurodivergent and being happy are not mutually exclusive. That a life of service is worth it. And that if it takes a village to raise a child, it really is worth to be a part of that kind of village.

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