One day I went shopping and Andrew was with me.  Suddenly, Andrew exclaimed, "Hey...you've got black on your face," to a group of young adults.  I did not know what to say, so I just kept walking pulling Andrew along.

Looking back at pictures of Andrew taken during that period, I saw a boy wearing a blank expression.  The only time I saw another child having that same blank look was in 2005. By that time, Andrew had already graduated from high school. (What I mean by "blank expression" is the lack of sparkle in the eyes.  The person is just not there. Sure, the person walks and babbles, but his essence is really trapped.)  It was in the local newspaper and the mother was concerned about the use of thimerasol in children's vaccinations.  As previously mentioned, some children are allergic to vaccinations developing a viral illness. (Years later, I would learn it was not a viral infection, but a poisoning.  Some children are not able to eliminate mercury from their body.)

Besides Andrew coming down with roseola (a strange rash covering his upper body), before the age of two, he became ill when he turned three.  His pediatrician assumed Andrew had "walking pneumonia" and it would take several months before Andrew would begin to improve.  I was told there would be good days and bad days, until Andrew recovered.  When Andrew began showing signs of clumsiness and seldom spoke, I believed it would take time for him to fully recover. 

It was during that same time period when Ron was overseas in the Persian Gulf War and since I was dealing with the stress of worrying about him, I just forgot about when Andrew would completely recover.  As it turned out, Andrew never recovered!  His behavior worsened and I had simply tuned it out, until Ron returned.  (Actually it would not have made any difference.  I could not have done anything to change the circumstances. I did not know about the mercury in the vaccines.  I did not know enough about supplements and good nutrition, which could have reversed Andrew's condition.  I was blinded, like so many of my friends and medical professionals, that depended on what they were led to believe.)

It was seeing that boy's picture in the newspaper that prompted me into doing my own research.  It did not matter that Andrew was grown.  He deserved to have a life. It was by divine intervention that I would find a cure for Andrew's autism.