Through My Eyes, An Autistic Perspective...

    So, our world has come to another one of those times. I recently found out that something like the coronavirus has happened before, and the funny thing is, it's happened 100 years apart from each other. First in 1720, there was the plague, in 1820, cholera, in 1920, the spanish flu, and now here we are in 2020, the coronavirus. It seems to me that history does, in fact, repeat itself. Anyway, I thought I would share some of my thoughts on this pandemic.     I feel like our world has responded as fast as the virus has spreaded, which of course is a good thing. I'm just saying, like, it's been a tremendous change in how we live. Maybe there's a way we could figure out how people before managed to get their lives back in order once their pandemic ended? People nowadays are simply existing and not living, which is how I interpret it. But we all have to do our part to survive and not spread this disease around.     At first I thought I would eventually get pretty bor

    This post will be a bit different. I don't have a story to share right now, but I'm going to let my mind wander and see what I end up writing. So enjoy! Wander #1:     I had a thought the other day when I walked Ollie. He's my family's dog and lives with my mom and stepdad. Anyway, when I looked around at the trees in the neighborhood and the grass on the ground, the thought that came to my mind was God's creation. Once you start being mindful, like I was during the walk, and examining nature, you can really start to see the beauty and life cycle of living organisms. In a way, they're all alike. They have ways of dealing with good and bad experiences and conditions based on how they are. There seems to be a mystery on how these organisms came to be if you leave God out. But even if you do consider God's creation, you can't help but wonder how He did it. Anyone would have to believe that there's some sort of being in existence that's above

    I'm proud to say that my life has taken a great turn this year and I'm a lot happier with where I am and what I fill my time with. As you may know, I'm working two jobs currently and they're both awesome and I'm enjoying them. I've also added priorities to the days I'm not working to stay busy and have fun.     When I started working at "Metro Diner" back in mid to late April, I discovered my passion to perform tasks with my hands and body as I did my job bussing tables and keeping areas clean. Just two Sundays ago on July 14th during a moment at work, I thought, "I wish I could work tomorrow". I've started to really love working as a bus boy at "Metro Diner" and I plan to add more hours soon.     Don't get me wrong, I love working at "No Label at the Table Food Company" as well on Wednesday afternoons. Shelly, the owner there, has had me update her website to a more modern look and feel, and it's bee

    One of the opportunities I had at the end of my "Rooted" experience at Grace Church was to share my story with God by either writing it or I think the other option was to tell it in front of a camera. You probably guessed that I wrote it because I'm about to share it with you hence the title of this post, and that the writing option stuck with me since I'm not sure about what the other option was. Anyway, yeah, I'm about to share with you my journey with God to what I submitted to Grace Church. I'm not here to pursue non-believers about my beliefs, I'm just sharing my journey with Him. So enjoy!     "My name is Andrew Boughner and I was born and raised a Christian. My parents baptized me into the church when I was only about 3 months old and we attended St. Luke's United Methodist Church here in Indianapolis, Indiana. We, along with my two younger sisters, had some great times at St. Luke's from the late 90s to early 2000s. I was involve

    Yep, you read that right. Everyone probably should have a worst school year in their youth. Now, I wouldn't say it was all bad, but sixth grade was definitely the school year I don't want to relive. This isn't about the big change from elementary school to middle school. No, this is about the people I encountered and some of the unfairness I experienced.     Being that I was part of the program where some students needed extra time on tests, needed a copy of notes, or just general assistance with assignments, the person who was in charge is one that I never want to see again. I don't want to mention who because I am nice enough to respect everyone. But, I can only think of two instances where this person has become one that I do not like at all.     First, I'm with her and some of my fellow classmates during lunch hour and we're working on an assignment. The bell goes off to issue the time for some students, including us, to go off for lunch. She doe

    My life certainly seems like a mystery to me. I don't believe I ever knew what I wanted to do in terms of a career. The paths I took so far are areas that interest me, so I've been trying to find somewhere to stay. It has taken me a while, probably more so than others, and I have felt pretty hopeless at times. I even wished to be dead because I couldn't see what my purpose is in life. But there is one thing that I desire most, and that's to enjoy life and to help others however I can.     I'm sure many of you have heard of this, society tells kids, "stay in school, get good grades, go to college, and get a job". I mentioned this in my last blog and I want to bring it up again because, frankly, I don't give a care in the world anymore about what people tell kids. It may be how society wants things to work, but for those of us that are not able to do what society says, it's discouraging. I've spent a great deal of time this past decade wond