Personal time.
My son is pretty severely retarded.
Basically the emotional development of a two year old in a 19 year old body.
This means that we're a single income family because someone has to stay home to tend to him.
Life is a challenge. I'm rising to the challenge most of the time, but it's difficult.
We're doing OK on most things, but luxuries are a bit scanty.
Not asking for pity, like I said, we're doing OK.
A while ago I reported a challenge. If someone were to buy me the purple stock set from Cav Arms, I'd put it on Tabitha.
He's found out about the challenge. He said, "Me do for Daddy!"
Cue sad music and start the tears.
He doesn't have the money. I'm out of horse trades to get them.
What I am asking the readers at large is for donations to the cause and to let him think he made it happen. Which, I guess he will have since I'm relaying his wishes.
Email me at mcthag at gmail dot com to get information on how to contribute.
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