In the spring of 2004 we received life changing news from our doctor, Connor, our 18-month-old son had just been diagnosed with autism. In the coming days, and weeks, I would spend hours on the internet, at times it was several days at one time trying to find out information about this diagnosis. Up until this point, the only exposure I had to Autism had been the movie Rain Man. It was a harrowing time in our life, as we did not know who to turn to, or where to get help from, or even what was our future. It was about that time that I was an event with a friend of mine who shared with me that his youngest daughter had Down’s syndrome. He asked if I was angry, and I said that I was. He then asked whom I was angry at, and I didn’t have an answer. He made the comment that clearly I wasn’t angry at Connor, I must be angry at something else. I thought for a moment, and then he offered, “Are you mad because your plans have changed”. WOW what a “light’s on”/AHA moment. Of course I wasn’t angry with Connor, I was mad because autism wasn’t part of my internal plan. His next bit of advice was the kicker. He said, “ Everything will be fine, you just need to get a new plan”.