Since I was raised in an environment where intuition was a necessary gift needed for survival, I knew Andrew did not have some hidden illness.  I noticed how alert he was with the environment around him.  He would crawl towards anything catching his attention, either by sound or light.  I knew it was an excellent trait to have.

My mother always said, "When you get to know the climate, you get to know the people."

She was right!  One must become attuned to one's surroundings to keep ahead of danger.

Andrew was always cautious as a toddler.  Whenever he felt uncomfortable around someone, I encouraged him to go with his feelings.  He was always right in making decisions about whom to play with.  Andrew could sense the good from the bad.

I nicknamed Andrew, "Apple Cheeks," because he had a sense of humor.  He was always pleasant and whenever he laughed his pale cheeks turned red.

Before Andrew turned two years old, we were in a car accident.  Our car was struck on the right-rear door, exactly where Andrew was sitting.  I remember my husband screaming, "Andrew!"  Our lives and Andrew's took on a different path.  It was a long road towards recovery.  For a long time, we believed the change in Andrew's behavior came from the crash.  We were wrong!  The accident had nothing to do with it.

Another post on Tuesday