My son rolled his eyes and laughed at our waiter with Down syndrome—so I taught him a lesson he’ll never forget.

asked if he could volunteer on Saturday mornings at a local recreation program for teens and young adults with developmental disabilities.

He came home after his first day worn out.

“They beat me at basketball.”

I laughed.

“Really?”

“Every game.”

He smiled.

“But they kept cheering for me anyway.”

The boy who had once mocked someone for being different had continue reading …