To my utter shame, I found myself losing my temper at my own son. I was embarrassed, and angry, and frustrated, and felt cheated by God for not being able to enjoy a normal vacation with our family because of this damn affliction of my son. And then I realized I was close to losing it too.
I started to wonder what life would be like without having to deal with this cross.
And just as the reactions by the other passengers was becoming most intense, a man seated just in front of me turned around to face me.
I braced myself for his onslaught of advice on how to raise a well-behaved child.