“Don’t be a retard.”
Do you say that?

My only child, Sammy, was born with profound mental retardation. Not just your everyday mental retardation, but “profound” mental retardation. Unable to speak, unable to do anything on his own and totally dependent upon the love and care of others. He was my cherished, beloved son, the light of my life.

Sammy came into the world to teach, so if you want to use the “R-word” correctly, I’m happy to share Sammy’s story and teach you about him and other kids born like him. The experience will be “profound”, I promise.