Craig Johnson - Champion: How One Boys Miraculous Journey Through Autism Is Changing the World

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T he best way I can describe it is like a sudden car wreck. Shock. One minute your child behaves one way, and the next minute he doesnt seem like the same child you knew in the first two years of his life. Hes stopped talking. He stares off into space with no emotion.

What happened? Did we do something wrong? Is God mad at us? Is this a curse upon our family?

When this happened to us, I even tried to remember the worst sins I had committed between the years 1995 and 2001, thinking if I had only done things differently, maybe this wouldnt have happened. This burden is so heavy. Im not sure if Im strong enough to carry it, I thought. Then came the ultimate question, the granddaddy of them all, the big one every person asks when they face something that is beyond what their finite human mind can comprehend. If youve been through a tragic situation, failed, lost a loved one, or just received devastating news, then youve asked this question.

Maybe you asked it as tears were pouring down your face. It might have been after you had come to the end of yourself, and you didnt just ask it, you screamed itat the top of your lungs because you wanted to make sure God heard it. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, half the neighborhood heard it. Right before the question you might have even let a word slip out that you shouldnt have. Okay, maybe two words. But you didnt care. The pain was too great to feel embarrassed. You had to ask the only question that came to your mind when you just didnt understand.

Why?

Have you ever asked God why? Ill never forget where I was and what I was feeling when I asked it. But before we go there, lets go back to where the story begins. Its always good to remember where you started so one day you can appreciate how you finished.

The greatest journeys are often the most difficult. In every fairy tale there is usually tragedy and triumph. You cant get to the happily ever after unless youre willing to fight for the here and now, and we were about to have the fight of our lives.

We were about to discover that we couldnt plan our lives. We could only allow God to help us navigate through them. Of course, we all think we can planor at least manage our time. Our strategy works well until a sudden change in our lives weather patterns causes the barometer to spin out of control. Chaos blows in like a drizzle, and suddenly it pours down like a flood.

My wife Samantha (Sam) and I had it all planned out. We were going to have our kids early so we could travel the world, footloose and kid-free, at fifty. Goodbye, Lunchables and Happy Meals. Hello, steak and lobster.

I had a vision of driving cross-country in a Winnebago and visiting every major-league baseball park in the United States. I hoped that, by that time, our kids would have graduated from college and landed amazing jobs working for Disney or Apple. We had their lives planned out. Hey, they might even support us in our early retirement. We figured, we gave them life, so the least they could do is give us the retirement we always dreamed of, right?

Sam and I had two children. Cory was born in 1919I mean 1991. We call him our old man because now, at twenty-seven, he drives so slowly that cement trucks race past him on the freeway. Cory was an old soul and as straight as an arrow even at seven years old. He would say whatever was on his mind, and he would say it like a crotchety old man. Once when Cory was a young boy and we were in a restaurant, someone started smoking next to us. We could see Cory was getting perturbed, and suddenly he yelled out, Good God, is he smoking a cigarette? Hes going to die! The poor man hid his cigarette and, with his head down, slipped outside, having just been condemned to die by a seven-year-old.

Our daughter, Courtney, arrived in 1993. A born performer, she nearly came out singing Theres No Business Like Show Business from the Broadway musical Annie Get Your Gun. We had our boy and girl, and not only did they keep us entertained, but they were the best two kids any parents could ask for. Considering how many headaches I gave my parents, I wasnt sure they were mine. My wife assured me they were, so I nodded and went with it.

With an eleven-year-old son, a nine-year-old daughter, and our lives moving along just as we had planned, my wife and I decided, after much prayer and trepidation on my part, that I would get the outpatient surgery that guys get when they are satisfied with the number of children God has given them. For the first time in almost twelve years, we started shopping for a car that wasnt a minivan.

You might think we didnt enjoy being parents, but we loved it. We just figured that, after twenty-two years of commitment to raising our children, there must be some prize at the end of the parenting rainbow. A prize was coming all right, but not the one we expected. I had the dreaded procedure on Thursday, and on Saturday of the same week, my wife Sam walked into our bedroom with a look on her face I had only seen one other timewhen our daughter was two years old and decided to draw flowers on the side of our new car with a quarter because she wanted to make a pretty picture to show Daddy when he came home. It was that anxious, how-am-I-going-to-tell-Craig-what-happened face.

I looked at her and said, Whats up? I thought to myself, Dont tell me Courtney drew daisies on the car again. Shes nine years old.

As I waited for a response, Sams face started to twist and her eyes squinted as if she had just bitten into a giant lemon.

I dont know how to tell you this... but Im pregnant, she said.

Now I was the one with the anxious look on my face. The first thing that came out of my mouth was, How did that happen?

What do you mean how did it happen? she asked. You know how it happens.

I was so dumbfounded, I felt like I needed the talk my dad gave me years ago as an adolescent.

But I just got all of that taken care of, I said. How in the world could this have happened?

You must understand the state of shock we were both in. Of course, my wife was the sane one at the moment. I was the one with a vision of our Winnebago dream driving off the cliff.

Are you sure? I asked.

By then she couldnt even speak. All she could do was nod her head as tears of disbelief rolled down her beautiful red cheeks. By then I had come to my senses and I pulled her to me and we hugged and criedme bellowing louder than herfor the next few minutes.

Are you okay? I asked.

Im not sure, she said tearfully. Our life is about to change. Then I went into Batman mode.

Its okay, honey. Well figure it out.

She looked up again and said, Are you okay?

I just have one question. Couldnt we have found this out three days earlier, before I went through the gauntlet?

We started laughing. It was one of the most unexpected and one of the best moments of our lives.

When you experience a big change moment in your life, your dreams have not been lost, but a new destiny is waiting to be found. It will include priceless experiences that will profoundly shape how you view life and what you believe to be important. The ride may get bumpy. Yet, for every pothole in the road, if you will let Him, God will give you a new revelation of grace to fill it. A journey like this will not be what you expected because your life has just moved from the plans of man to the supernatural blueprint of divine providence. Of course, its hard to tell something that huge has happened, because in the moment, youre just trying to keep your wheels on the road.