Get Out Your Tiny Violins

I feel like I need to let y'all know.

I didn't win.

I'm not going to get to meet Judge Judy.

(Sad music and frowny faces)

 

 

I can't be ugly or resentful because of the 

winner's circumstances.

The winning essay was written by the

father of a ten year old with autism.

 

Here it is:

 

When my son Elijah was born 10 years ago, I like any father, thought about bonding with him while watching the Super Bowl or playing 18 holes on a sunny afternoon.  When he was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum, those hopes, as petty as they now seem, were forever dashed.
However, a new bonding vehicle was created, watching Judge Judy together.  With the help of a DVR, we watch together as Judge Judy dispenses justice, with Elijah commenting, "I don't like plaintiff! Will Judge Judy send the defendant out?" and rewinding to watch again when the Judge opines (his favorite line is the one about the educational system being in the toilet, which he repeats in a New York accent.)   He loves the show and Judge Judy, asking if someone is right or wrong and whether justice was done.  I just love the fact that he can laugh and have so much happiness while watching the show. And I had to laugh when my wife brought home the wrong kind of milk and my son said, "Mom, you made a mistake! You got the wrong milk for me! I am plaintiff and you are defendant!"  I cannot imagine what meeting you in person would do for him, but it would be something special.

 

Don't worry about me too much.

I think I'll be okay.

Sniff, sniff.

I'll still be a fan.

P.S.  You can read my {frivilous} essay by clicking

HERE

I'm sure I came in second!