The very moment when I decided I was going to Los Angeles, I was overwhelmed with excitement and eager anticipation. I was going to re-unite with dear friends, but most importantly, I would see my Louis after eight years. I first met Louis when I worked at a toy store and he was about two. Louis loved the Brio wooden railway track. He would take my hand and direct me to the railway set at the back of the store. He loved pushing the little green, yellow and red trains around the track. He would then pause to smile at me. And then, he returned back to the track, pushing the little trains, round and round. Pausing for a smile, and to get hold of my hand so that I would push the trains along with him. I was worried that Louis would not remember me so many years later. He would soon turn 19 and I wondered if that special connection we had, would still be in his memory. But his mom assured me that he would recall feelings. And, that a dvd of Pinocchio would certainly be a catch! I greeted Louis with a smile. Followed by a shoulder rub. And, finally… Pinocchio. Minutes later, he took my hand. He was ready to lead me into his world. A world filled with unconditional love, carefreeness and glee. Louis is autistic, and just like any child with special needs, he had a wealth of life lessons for me in just one week of play: – Smile and be happy – Don’t stress – Live the moment – Slow dance often – Give healing hugs – Treat your friends to brunch – When bored, pose in front of the mirror and pretend you are John Travolta! – Have karaoke nights often – Make sure you know where mom hides the yummy bagels – Be yourself… c’est la vie baby!