When growing up I never really knew Dusty , and I was kinda scared of him to be honest. He is bigger then me , and I could tell that something was wrong. It wasn't until the death of a dear cousin , and a talk with his mother about a tattoo of a puzzle piece on her wrist that I knew that Dusty has Autism. The dinner after the funeral was when we became best friends . Gregg, my cousin was a gospel singer , a loving father , and friend to Dusty, who by the way he loves to sing. So to make Dusty feel better about losing Gregg we sang songs in his name. I talked to him on the phone after that everyday. Then the passing of his mother came. He would sing to me on the phone saying he was singing to her , not me, which I was fine with. I would drive an hour every Sunday to spend the night with Dusty , and we will stay up talking, dancing , and singing, but when I left the room I could hear him talking to his Mother . He helped me find God when I thought I lost my faith. Dusty is twenty two years old, and has the mind set of a six year old, sometimes I forget he is older then me . In a way he reminds me of Peter Pan. I like to think it is his choice never to grow up. I am scared every day that something will happen to him. He still has so much living he needs to do , so he can show the world what a really beautiful soul looks like. Ladies and Gentleman you should hear him sing .

Brittany
Tuscaloosa, AL