So my 5 yr. old autistic son and I were going on our morning walk, which we've been practicing for a couple months now and need a lot of motivation to complete safely. We got to our last long stretch of block before home, and ran into our mailman. This guy is awesome and does a great job, with a smile on his face every day. Well today sir you put the biggest smile on my sons face the whole way home. You waved at him at least a hundred times, made honking noises, raced pass us delivering mail, than would let us pass you. Then finally we got home and you pulled up your truck, as my son waited on the porch for you. You came up and handed him the only piece of mail today and it so happened to be an autism magazine. You have no idea how much that meant to him, being he has an obsession with mailmen, garbage men, and construction men right now. These mail men and women are much more than just mail delivers, and this is why we need to save our door to door...thank you Mr. Mailman