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

apron as the rest of the staff, but what caught my attention wasn’t the uniform.

It was the quiet concentration on his face.

He had Down syndrome.

His smile was genuine.

He stood tall.

He held his notepad with both hands, as if it mattered a great deal.

“Good evening,” he said, carefully.

“My… my name is Sam. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

He gave an continue reading …