Healthy Kids

I'm thinking today about my kids, Dan and Meagan. And I'm thinking how grateful I am that they're healthy.

The man I worked with this morning (the other engineer, John) has a son with ADHD. Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. He's 13. The boy must take pills every day, just to function normally. Well he still can't function 'normally', but at least his behaviour is more bearable for teachers and parents. He doesn't have any friends. Kids don't understand him so they shun him. Or beat him up. I imagine most adults would feel the same way. I'd probably avoid him, too.

The poor kid struggles with the day to day tasks of living: he won't bathe or brush his teeth unless he's forced to. He won't change his clothes. He hates school and he's at least two years behind his peers there. He cannot focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time and he cannot hold still.

John says he talks ... CONTINUOUSLY. When there's no one to talk to, he talks to himself. Loudly. Continuously. The boy is, according to his father, the single most annoying person he's ever known.

ADHD. What a horrible cross to bear!

After some research, John has concluded that our prisons are most likely filled with men and women who as children, suffered from untreated, undiagnosed ADHD. What a terrible waste of so many Lives!

Thank-you, Lord, for my healthy kids.