Zachary Steinbeiser, 8, has certainly been dealt more than his fair share of obstacles in life. Born with a neural tube defect, which hindered his brain’s development, he’s also autistic and has both ADHD and epilepsy, according to Life With Dogs. But things just got much brighter for Zachary — he now has a bushy-tailed friend to help him tackle the everyday challenges of living with his difficult diagnoses.

The thing Zachary wanted more than anything in the world was a dog. So, last month, The Seeing Eye and The Make-A-Wish Foundation teamed up to pair him with one. Zachary and his parents traveled from their home in Lansdale, Pennsylvania, to The Seeing Eye guide dog school in Morristown, New Jersey, where Zachary first met Whitley, a 2-year-old labrador/golden retriever mix. Zachary and Whitley became fast friends, and now Whitley is the latest (and furriest) addition to the Steinbeiser family.

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“We’re pleased to be able to match the Steinbeiser family with a bright-eyed, furry new addition to their home,” Seeing Eye Director of Canine Development Peggy Gibbon said in a statement, according to Montgomeryville-Lansdale Patch. “Whitley is an exceptionally sweet and loving dog who will give Zachary many years of friendship and devotion.”

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Photos courtesy of The Seeing Eye

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You may remember brothers Hunter, 15, and Braden Gandee, 8, from their inspiring 40-mile walk to raise awareness for cerebral palsy.

The two made headlines in June when Hunter walked for two days from Bedford Junior High School in Temperance, Michigan, to the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. Hunter carried his younger brother Braden, who has cerebral palsy, on his back the entire time.

Since the walk, people from all over have been reaching out and offering to help Braden, including a group of engineers from Cincinnati, who built him a new walker that he can maneuver more easily on uneven terrain, NBC News reported.

Braden, now in second grade, has taken up wrestling to be more like his older brother, a freshmen on the varsity team at his high school. Although this sport is a challenge for Braden, who struggles with muscle control, he has his brother’s unending support to keep him going.

He inspires me,” Braden told NBC, “because he shows me that if you try hard enough, you actually can do something.”

See what Braden and Hunter are up to now in the video below:


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10887413_971617046199642_4888119802829199023_o I am that mom.

The mom I judged before I was even a mom at all. The mom who made me think, Why are you out in public, sister? You need to take that crazy mess of a child home and feed them or put them down for a nap or something. The mom I knew must just ignore her kid or rarely dish out discipline.

Now I am that mom. I am the mom at the Home Goods store with a child screaming so piercingly that you turn your head and can’t help but mutter jeeze. I don’t blame you; his most intense screams still make me jolt. I am the mom not yelling at her child, not disciplining in this moment, not instantly gathering our mess of a family to run home. We’re past the point of all of that. I am the mom who gathers her screaming son, set off because I said he couldn’t have the saxophone toy. Sometimes I buy him something to prevent a moment that I don’t always have the strength to weather. We sit for a minute on the floor and I hold him so tight that my love penetrates through to some of his pain. We rock back and forth for a minute while I shoosh in his ear to calm him. It’s a Saturday and the crowd of people move so fast all I see are feet in a blur. There are so many moments in parenting that I have no idea what the hell I am doing. Moments that I wish someone could tell me the right thing to do. This moment is not one of them.

I was born to do this.

We sit and rock for a few seconds until the screaming falls in intensity. His face is purple and covered in tears and sweat. His hands shake in frustration and anger. He is certain if he doesn’t get this toy he simply won’t survive. I pick up his screaming, bucking body to carry him outside. He is getting so big and it’s getting harder to do. I gather us up while my husband goes up to the register to pay. We sit out front where the cool January breeze cuts through the sound of his screams. Toy! Toy!! TOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! Greyson yells at me in a voice filled with rage and frustration. He gets louder, hoping it will make me understand. Not being able to really talk leaves you constantly feeling misunderstood. He’s sick and tired of feeling misunderstood. Sometimes having autism really sucks.

Some look over in alarm. But most look with the kind eyes of love and support. Some look with a sympathetic smile that says, “I’ve been there too.” However, my focus is on my son in my arms. He is beginning to calm. His sobbing transforms into exhausted shuddering.

It hits me. I am that mom.

I am that mom, and these are strangely some of the most sacred moments of parenting. When it isn’t easy, but it’s still so good. When God reveals himself to me through my boys. I think back to that mom that I judged from years ago, and I understand important things about life I didn’t know then. I’m grateful for the shift in perspective.

I am that mom, and I am so lucky.

This post originally appeared on Life With Greyson + Parker.

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“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” — Winston Churchill

This week my nonprofit organization announced that we were giving out six scholarships for college to adults with autism. When I originally started reading the student applications last year to choose the winners I was overwhelmed with excitement. This was one of the best applicant classes we’ve ever had. I was truly impressed with everyone’s backgrounds and the bright young adults we have out there in our autism community.

With their wins we’ve now been able to give out 13 scholarships in the past three years. As an adult on the spectrum, I look back and wish I had the opportunity to have more autism scholarships like this to apply for when I was in college. As the pool of applicants increases I feel blessed to see how far the reach of this scholarship is.

Everyone who I work with has been on cloud nine with the announcement. With all of this though, I’ve been thinking more and more about the thought of giving and “paying it forward” going into 2015.


When my new book, “Autism and Falling in Love,” came out, I kept this mentality by donating 50 percent of the proceeds to Autism Speaks and 50 percent of the proceeds to Best Buddies. I’ve always been passionate about autism awareness and the woman I dedicated my book to had a passion for Best Buddies.

The first time I heard about Best Buddies was in 2014 when I went to a speaking event at The College of New Jersey where they had their own chapter. Several of their members were in the audience for my presentation and it was truly amazing to hear their stories afterwards. This was my favorite speaking event I had in 2014. There was also someone who made a lasting impact in my life that came to the event.

When I started to read more about Best Buddies while writing the book I became instantly hooked on their mission. When I was in high school I was a photographer for Special Olympics New Jersey. To this day I still mentor a young girl who’s involved with that organization. Knowing that Best Buddies helps adults with disabilities, a similar mission to Special Olympics, is something I truly admired.

So in return I want to do something to help their chapter. I have decided to give my speakers fee from my appearance at The College of New Jersey to Best Buddies to help sponsor their chapter and expand their future opportunities. The relationships I made with those in the group were something special and I thought about all the good that it could do for them.

More importantly, I thought about all the hardships I had gone through in the past year and thought to myself how this could help some truly amazing individuals. When we started a dialogue with their club they told me they were doing several fundraisers to raise money and that sealed it for me.

Philanthropy has always been an important part of my life. Ever since high school I’ve been involved with volunteering and fundraising for non-profits to try to give back. Today, I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to travel the country as a national speaker discussing how I’ve been able to overcome countless obstacles with autism.

By giving my fee for this speaking event to their group, I hope I can continue to pay it forward for more philanthropy. My goal now is at the end of each year to give one of my speaker checks to a different non-profit/organization that could truly use it.

Now, for those reading this, I hope you consider ways you can “pay it forward” to others in 2015. I know with our economy how tight money can be at times however anything you can give from your money or your time could make a world of difference in the lives of others. I went from having very little as a kid to now having more and more of my dreams coming true everyday. Last year I also realized how fast some of the things in your life can be snatched away from you. That’s why I don’t want to waste another minute not giving back and showing the people I care for how much I love them.

I hope all of you out there will try to do the same. If you need help on how to get started I’m just a message away from my Mighty author page.

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” –Dr. Seuss

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Tyler West, 8, was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia last year, according to the video below. He took a brief break from teasing his mom, snuggling with his sisters and playing Minecraft to tell us about it, cracking jokes and laughing throughout the entire 11-minute video.

SoulPancake shared Tyler’s story as part of Unstoppable, a four-part series in partnership with St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. The heartwarming video highlights Tyler’s relationship with his doctors, his supportive family and, most importantly, his awe-inspiring humor and positivity.

It’s a lot to put on an 8-year-old boy,” says Angela, Tyler’s aunt. “But he’s so strong and he’s so joyous about it. He does what he has to do to get through it, and he does it with a smile on his face.”

Watch SoulPancake’s portrait of Tyler’s journey in the touching video below:


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His eyes grow wide with terror as his body stiffens into a paralytic state, his mouth turning into a perplexed and focused frown. The epileptic beast overtakes him and sucks at his breath as his pulse races and his skin turns blotchy.

Only a few seconds before, he was laughing and playing, enjoying the activity of the moment and the interaction with family around him. Now his fearful eyes search his mother’s for help and relief, silently begging her to release him from this entrapment.The beast in his brain consumes him, surging an electrical storm through his tiny body. Seconds pass, then a pause–the beast gets distracted for a moment, the little body relaxes as the initial attack subsides.

They wait, peering into each other’s faces, knowing what is coming.”Make it stop, Austin. Make it stop,” she commands. Seconds later the beast roars to life again with repeated waves of spasms, throwing his head forward, splaying his arms in the air, thrusting out his legs, picking his limbs up only to slam them down again against whatever surface is closest–his head rest, the metal bars on his wheel chair, the hard plastic foot rest–bruising him in its wake. His body shakes and shudders under the violent attack. The spasms might last anywhere from 30 seconds to almost three minutes, an eternity to his mother as she watches him gasp for air, eyes still crying out for help, throat releasing moans intermittently as his body allows, his breath shallow as the beast keeps sucking it away.

He begins to turn blue as the beast tries to stifle his breath, sitting on his lungs causing them to seize with the rest of his body. She lifts his arms up and down over his head, blowing in his face, encouraging him to take a breath. Fervently she whispers, “Breathe, breathe, come on, breathe.” She starts to pray, but the words won’t form in her mind. She’s prayed so many times. She saves her breath, willing it into him. Locating the phone in her mind, she visualizes dialing 9-1-1.

At last, he inhales a deep breath and exhales a moan, pink returning to his cheeks. His body flinches in the aftershocks as the beast begins its release, retreating to its hideout in the recesses of his brain.”You did it, baby. It’s almost over. Be tough,” she encourages, feeling the all too familiar relief wash over her. He moans and rolls his head to the side, anxiously seeking rest and sleep in order to recover.

Her heart hurts for both of them.


This post originally appeared on “Where are My Mary Janes?

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