This was a big deal, as no one at the youth collective except one friend knew that he had celiac disease. He's sat there and watched them all eat snacks he can't have every week all year and not said anything. In fact, the night he decided to do this piece, there was even a surprise pizza party half way through the meeting. (The group facilitator went and found him some clementine oranges for him when she realized of course the pizza wouldn't be ok.)
Anyway, I'm proud of him.









