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Florida State Seminoles (official thread)

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Dryden said:
Sorry to interrupt the official thread of FSU douchbaggery, but hat tip to WR Travis Rudolph.

http://www.cbssports.com/college-fo...vis-rudolph-makes-mom-of-an-autistic-boy-cry/

Florida State wide receiver Travis Rudolph will be an impact playmaker for the Seminoles offense on the field this season, but on Tuesday, he played an even more important role off the field -- just by taking some time out of his day to have lunch with an autistic middle schooler who normally eats alone.

Rudolph was at the middle school Tuesday afternoon when he spotted the student sitting by himself, so he walked over and decided to enjoy a couple slices of pizza with the boy. Little did he know why the child was sitting alone, nor the impact his simple, sweet action would have on the boy's mother.

Here's what Leah Paske, the boy's mother, had to say on Facebook after she learned about Rudolph's gesture.

"Now that I have a child starting middle school, I have feelings of anxiety for him, and they can be overwhelming if I let them. Sometimes I'm grateful for his autism. That may sound like a terrible thing to say, but in some ways I think, I hope, it shields him. He doesn't seem to notice when people stare at him when he flaps his hands. He doesn't seem to notice that he doesn't get invited to birthday parties anymore. And he doesn't seem to mind if he eats lunch alone. It's one of my daily questions for him. Was there a time today you felt sad? Who did you eat lunch with today? Sometimes the answer is a classmate, but most days it's nobody. Those are the days I feel sad for him, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"A friend of mine sent this beautiful picture to me today and when I saw it with the caption "Travis Rudolph is eating lunch with your son" I replied "who is that?" He said "FSU football player", then I had tears streaming down my face. Travis Rudolph, a wide receiver at Florida State, and several other FSU players visited my sons school today. I'm not sure what exactly made this incredibly kind man share a lunch table with my son, but I'm happy to say that it will not soon be forgotten. This is one day I didn't have to worry if my sweet boy ate lunch alone, because he sat across from someone who is a hero in many eyes. Travis Rudolph thank you so much, you made this momma exceedingly happy, and have made us fans for life!"

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i want to like this a million times. kudos to mr. rudolph for being a good dude
 
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Jaxbuck said:
Travis Rudolph handled it that way

I see all those other kids ignoring him and would be more like

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(Yes. This one got under my skin. And it has nothing to do with whom Rudolph chooses to eat his lunch. Venting rant follows.)

Seriously, Jax? The other children in the school deserve to be beaten?

You know these kids personally, do you? I don't. But, I see it appears to be an ordinary middle school with a fair-sized average population, so I'll tell you what I do know about these anonymous children: They live with an alcoholic, they live with a drug abuser, they come home to an empty house, they wear dirty clothing to school because their only parent is too depressed to perform simple functions like laundry, they go to bed hungry, their father or mother is dead, their father is in prison, they're in foster care with someone who's in it for the money, their front door had an eviction notice on it yesterday, they're in a homeless shelter, the electric's turned off in their house, there is no one in their life they can trust, they have leukemia, they are profoundly lonely, they think about killing themselves every day, they are regularly and unpredictably beaten senseless for violating some unspecified rule, they live in sick terror of their parent, they're the most emotionally mature person in their home and responsible for their siblings and the adults who live there, they're in recovery from cancer, their mother is a schizophrenic, they are repeatedly raped. But God forbid they struggle with their own survival. They have an obligation, as children, to take on the burden of someone else, even though no one around them is offering to help shoulder theirs.

And even if they are one of the lucky, the blessed ones who have all the love and support and nurture and comfort of a perfect world, do they forfeit the right to choose their own friends?

Don't notice anyone asking what sacrifices the little autistic boy has made to serve others--guess he's exempt from the obligation to be a miniature Mother Teresa.

I will add, for those preparing their torches and pitchforks for me, that when you post your rebuttal it would be nice if you'd also include a few photos of your most recent BBQ's or Thanksgiving dinners where you scoured your neighborhood for the most disadvantaged people you could find and brought them back to your home for dinner.
 
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LostLassie said:
(Yes. This one got under my skin. And it has nothing to do with whom Rudolph chooses to eat his lunch. Venting rant follows.)

Seriously, Jax? The other children in the school deserve to be beaten?

You know these kids personally, do you? I don't. But, I see it appears to be an ordinary middle school with a fair-sized average population, so I'll tell you what I do know about these anonymous children: They live with an alcoholic, they live with a drug abuser, they come home to an empty house, they wear dirty clothing to school because their only parent is too depressed to perform simple functions like laundry, they go to bed hungry, their father or mother is dead, their father is in prison, they're in foster care with someone who's in it for the money, their front door had an eviction notice on it yesterday, they're in a homeless shelter, the electric's turned off in their house, there is no one in their life they can trust, they have leukemia, they are profoundly lonely, they think about killing themselves every day, they are regularly and unpredictably beaten senseless for violating some unspecified rule, they live in sick terror of their parent, they're the most emotionally mature person in their home and responsible for their siblings and the adults who live there, they're in recovery from cancer, their mother is a schizophrenic, they are repeatedly raped. But God forbid they struggle with their own survival. They have an obligation, as children, to take on the burden of someone else, even though no one around them is offering to help shoulder theirs.

And even if they are one of the lucky, the blessed ones who have all the love and support and nurture and comfort of a perfect world, do they forfeit the right to choose their own friends?

Don't notice anyone asking what sacrifices the little autistic boy has made to serve others--guess he's exempt from the obligation to be a miniature Mother Teresa.

I will add, for those preparing their torches and pitchforks for me, that when you post your rebuttal it would be nice if you'd also include a few photos of your most recent BBQ's or Thanksgiving dinners where you scoured your neighborhood for the most disadvantaged people you could find and brought them back to your home for dinner.
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Take a deep breath. It wasn't even close to serious.

:yow1:
 
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Here's a picture of our last Thanksgiving. (also not serious).

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LostLassie said:
(Yes. This one got under my skin. And it has nothing to do with whom Rudolph chooses to eat his lunch. Venting rant follows.)

Seriously, Jax? The other children in the school deserve to be beaten?

You know these kids personally, do you? I don't. But, I see it appears to be an ordinary middle school with a fair-sized average population, so I'll tell you what I do know about these anonymous children: They live with an alcoholic, they live with a drug abuser, they come home to an empty house, they wear dirty clothing to school because their only parent is too depressed to perform simple functions like laundry, they go to bed hungry, their father or mother is dead, their father is in prison, they're in foster care with someone who's in it for the money, their front door had an eviction notice on it yesterday, they're in a homeless shelter, the electric's turned off in their house, there is no one in their life they can trust, they have leukemia, they are profoundly lonely, they think about killing themselves every day, they are regularly and unpredictably beaten senseless for violating some unspecified rule, they live in sick terror of their parent, they're the most emotionally mature person in their home and responsible for their siblings and the adults who live there, they're in recovery from cancer, their mother is a schizophrenic, they are repeatedly raped. But God forbid they struggle with their own survival. They have an obligation, as children, to take on the burden of someone else, even though no one around them is offering to help shoulder theirs.

And even if they are one of the lucky, the blessed ones who have all the love and support and nurture and comfort of a perfect world, do they forfeit the right to choose their own friends?

Don't notice anyone asking what sacrifices the little autistic boy has made to serve others--guess he's exempt from the obligation to be a miniature Mother Teresa.

I will add, for those preparing their torches and pitchforks for me, that when you post your rebuttal it would be nice if you'd also include a few photos of your most recent BBQ's or Thanksgiving dinners where you scoured your neighborhood for the most disadvantaged people you could find and brought them back to your home for dinner.
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I spent most of my teaching career working with upper middle class kids. Let's just say that the teen years are far from stress free, even when "Your daddy's rich and your Ma is good lookin'," even when you're an honors student, or on the team, or in the band. It doesn't help that all your friends are as confused by what is happening to them as you are and take it out on each other as they try and cope.

But the most amazing everyday fact is that most retain their optimism and most of them are nice to each other and nice to most teachers and most of them turn into caring adults.
 
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