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Racing For A Cure is new and improved. We have revamped our website, added a shopping site and we are ready to bring you lots of new and informative content. Keep an eye out for all the new things still to come.
In the meantime, check out our new store. Profits from the store sales go to help families with Special Needs Children. So go, buy, help.
You can also buy an ad for your business and the money will go to help families with Special Needs Children. So join the team and make a difference!
Welcome to Racing For A Cure! Our goal is to provide families of Special Needs Children with information that will help improve their lives. We are also looking for people and companies to join our Team to help us find cures, provide treatments and therapies for Children with Special Needs Disabilities.
Every member of the Team is important in winning the race and we need you to join our team so we can win this race for Children with Special Needs!
You can help by joining our e-mail list through the Contact Team link, buying merchandise from our Shopping Garage, Sharing us on Facebook, Twitter, etc. and of course making a Donation through the Donate buttons.
If you are a business then we could use your support also. We offer ads on our websites and we have custom made marketing plans that can get your business noticed and help our Special Needs Families at the same time.
Thank you for taking the time to visit our site and I hope you will join our team!
God Bless, Melvin Cairns President, Racing For A Cure, Inc.
I have a confession to make. I am jealous. They say it’s a sin to be jealous but I can’t help myself. Who am I jealous of? All the people out there who have typical kids. I’m jealous of the “normal” lives you lead. I’m jealous that your kids got to experience scouts, soccer, sleep overs, homecoming, dating. I am jealous that while you’re wondering if your child will get in the college of his choice with his poor math grades, when my 19 year old is barely reading on a third grade level and never will attend any college. I’m jealous that you can attend a child’s play, go to dinner, go shopping and yes, even go to a theme park without making a quick retreat because your child is having an uncontrollable fit. I’m jealous that you can go to these places without having the stares of contempt and pity, or even that you never had to watch a mother pull away her children due to your child’s “unusual” behavior. Not only do I fear for my autistic child’s future, but I also fear for my typical child’s future. Did I give him enough attention, did I spoil him? Did I demand too much or too little of him? Did I cause him irreparable scars because of his brother’s autism?
For those of you that don’t know me, and even for the majority that do, not only do I have a child with autism, but I also grew up with an older sister with autism. The one thing I have always longed for was normalcy. I was born into a household that was not normal and I am still in a household that is not normal. Don’t get me wrong. I would not trade my kids for the world. And along with the bad, the struggles and fears, there has been a lot of joy. My autistic child has brought me levels of joy that I don’t think anyone with only typical kids could ever understand.
Now I know there are much more tragic things in life than having a child with autism. My cousin died at 45 and left her husband to finish raising their two children. I’ve had friends who through divorce have been left alone to raise children on welfare. Not to mention people who have had to deal with their own debilitating diseases and disorders. But by far the worst of all is to lose a child. My grandparents lost their eight year old son to diabetes. My best friend was murdered at age 18. Another good friend of mine was killed in a motorcycle accident. And I knew a young girl with spina bifida that suffered a grand mal seizure which took her life at eight years old. These are all tragic events that I can’t imagine living through the pain their parents suffered and I deeply feel for each and every one of these families.
That being said, I am very grateful for the life I do have. Not normal, but normal for me. So if you know a parent of a child with autism, I implore you, don’t look at them with distain or pity. Instead, be a friend. Offer to lend a hand when you see them struggling. But most of all, teach your children. Teach your children to be tolerant of them, don’t call them retard, and be a friend to them. Deep down, they are just children, just like yours, just a little different.