How to create 500 autism friendly teenagers in ten minutes

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It had been a tough couple of days.

I was ready to pack Kirby up and get the heck out of there.

Kirb' had pushed me to the edge of fear and patience and I was just done.

The scene was Boy Scout Camp Horseshoe where Kirby and some of his buddies from an all autism troop, BSA Troop 77 Malvern PA, were attending a few days of summer camp with their dads and alongside their neuro-typical brother Scouts in BSA Troop 7 Malvern PA. We weren't doing the whole week but we had a half dozen autistic boys sleeping in tents on 1200 acres of wooded hillside encircled by the Octoraro Creek for four days.

Kirby had "eloped" (run away) several times during our visit, and the last time he was missing for two hours. He's too fast for me, or any of the other dads, to catch when he runs and he just wasn't listening. He'd been good for a long time. I was caught by surprise. I'd put on miles of trotting through woods, down trails, and over roads looking for him. In the end of each of these elopements, one of the "typical" kids would find him and re-unite us. It all worked out but I was burnt out.

But this has been our experience partnering these two troops - the "typical" guys in Troop 7 really look out for their brothers in Troop 77. And they can do it in a way we dads can not. They have the energy, the speed, and the stamina to look after a peer with autism that we dads just don't have anymore. It makes us dads all feel old and inadequate but that's for another blog somewhere that whiny middle age men read to commiserate. The point is that mixing up the typical and ASD Scouts works just like mixing the kids up in school classrooms does. The ASD kids can model typical behaviors and the typical kids become sensitive and usually it brings out the best in them as big brothers and sisters.

At Camp Horseshoe every morning, a Scoutmaster stands up and shares a "Big Idea" with the assembled 500 Scouts and adult leaders. No one wanted to do the last day of the week and I was "encouraged" to stand up and talk about autism. Ok, I'm game...

My message that morning was simple:

  • I explained a bit about autism and how much it was a "boy's issue" and noted that the BSA is primarily a boy's organization.
  • I explained how proud and lucky we were to have the guys in Troop 7 to be the big brothers of our boys in Troop 77 and how we were only able to take the ASD boys swimming in the ocean or camping in the woods because of the help and watchful eyes of the boys in Troop 7.
  • I explained that friendship and support were important to ASD kids even though they were different and seemed less social.
  • And in the end, I pointed out that being a good friend to the ASD Scouts ties into the Scout Law which goes like this: "A Scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent."

It was a short speech. It didn't last much more than five minutes including some breaks for clapping and getting the guys of the two troops to stand up to be seen.

Over the next 48 hours I was to learn that this five minutes profoundly changed the nature of 500 kids. A proverbial pebble in the pond.

The first thing that happened was that the boys of Troop 7 were visibly proud that they had been called out for being such great big brothers to the ASD guys in 77.

And then as the ASD boys of Troop 77 maneuvered around camp that day, we were no longer invisible. Scouts of all stripes stopped to say hello and to shake a hand. The boys started to hold their heads higher. There were smiles as boys from the other troops stopped to say hello.

That afternoon was the camp wide "Paul Bunyan Contest" where all of the Troops in camp compete in stuff like: climbing, sawing HUGE logs, making GIANT pancakes over a campfire, and tug of war. Magically through the whole event boys and troops created positive experiences for the ASD Scouts of Troop 77. No one told anyone to do this, they just became aware and did random compassionate acts of kindness. At the end, a giant demonstration tug of war was staged with the champion Troop and somehow the rag tag band of just five ASD Scouts bested the top tug of war troop.

This was the final day at camp and so the camp was full of parents and siblings and relatives. They'd come to witness the Paul Bunyan games and also the final and very competitive troop marching on the parade grounds that evening. The troop marching each evening at Horseshoe is a camp tradition that's survived since the first year in 1928. It's VERY competitive and there's a trophy awarded each day of camp for the troop with the best form.

Our brothers in Troop 7 were in a heated tie with their arch rivals of BSA Troop 14 from West Chester PA on this final day. In front of all the parents, grandparents, brother, sisters...the tie would be decided tonight.

All week the ASD boys had watched the marching but had not wanted to participate, being content to watch from the sidelines. Possibly it was the changed attitudes and behaviors all day at camp or possibly it was a whim but the ASD boys of Malvern Troop 77 announced to us dads that tonight they were going to march. Oh boy, here we go...

As a part of the evening tradition, the troops "call out" details about their troop's disposition to the adult leaders across the field. How would we get that done? Our guys seldom said anything in more than a whisper if at all. And "marching in formation", come on...

As we dads were ruminating and musing out loud in camp about how to get 77 marching that night, we were overheard by the boys of Troop 7. They decided that they could help. One of their Senior Patrol Leaders, the same guy that "calls cadence" for their march and who would be crucial to their besting their rivals in Troop 14 to win marching, would stand with the ASD boys of Troop 77 during "call out" and help them before ducking out and sprinting back to his own duties calling cadence with Troop 7  so they could outdo their rivals and notch their win.

Ok, well, here we were: two dads and five ASD Scouts from Troop 77 on the parade field and the rest of the Troop 77 dads on the line with the other adult leaders across the field. The boys were a motley looking group who struggled to stand still but they were there and one could tell that they were excited and proud.

Call out went just as planned with one of our more "outspoken" boys being "coached" by the big brother, the Senior Patrol Leader, from Troop 7.

And then the marching started. We were set to go last so that we wouldn't disrupt the competitive troops ahead of us. And when the time came, we "marched" the route around the parade fields. A disorganized group by any measure but the boys had their heads held high.

At the half way point the applause started. The camp was full of visitors. I wondered if the boys could keep it together with the uproar. They did. Their corners were rounded and they were out of step but they were there on the field with everyone else.

As we "marched" down the line of the adult leaders standing at attention, there was more than one tear shed and when we passed the head of camp and the boys attempted a disorganized lopsided salute a lot of us were having trouble seeing through wet eyes.

The boys marched off the field into a mass of new brothers from many BSA Troops who all cheered them, patted backs, and shook hands.

That'd be a great story right there, but it was to get better...

That night, the boys, parents, and visitors of Malvern Troop 7 and Malvern Troop 77 convened in the traditional campsite of Troop 7, Timberline. There was a buzz, the boys of Troop 7 were sure that they had won marching and broken the tie with Troop 14. They were preparing their "add on" element to the marching trophy. The annual feast put on by Scoutmaster Rapp and his fellow leaders was being enjoyed by scouts and visitors alike. And during that dinner an unusual thing happened...

One of the camp staff came down the walk. He was preceded by a Troop 7 scout who heralded his forthcoming arrival to me. The boys worry when camp staff come around the sites, it creates a buzz. "Mr Wurts, Alex is coming down and he wants to talk to you." And as Alex turned up, I noticed Scouts and adult leaders had a wary eye on the proceedings. Apparently so did Alex as he asked me to step up the path to talk in private.

What Alex was to tell me would blow me away.

At a far enough distance off, Alex stopped and turned to me to chat. Alex told me that the boys of Troop 7 had not won marching that night. This surprised me as marching results are kept as secret as winners of The Oscars - only the winners get the word so that they can embellish the trophy with some small artifact to mark their win. I'm sure that I looked perplexed. I'm new to Scouting but I knew this was unprecedented. "So why are you telling me this?", I asked.

Alex then explained: Troop 7's arch rivals, Troop 14, had won Marching that night. They were the top of the heap for the week. But the "arch rival" boys of Troop 14 had come to the camp leadership and asked to be allowed to forfeit their win, leaving the rival tie behind, and that they'd like to present the marching award to the ASD boys of Troop 77 for marching "as best they could". Given that Alex understood that ASD kids often don't do well with surprises he wanted to tell me that camp leadership had approved this unprecedented request and that this would go down at breakfast the next morning. Wow. Ok. Well then...

As I walked back into camp, all eyes were on me and Scoutmaster Rapp gave me a "come hither" look so I went over to chat with him. He asked about what Alex had wanted and I told him in confidence. With a nod and a smile, he suggested that I also bring the two Senior Patrol Leaders of Troop 7 into the confidence. I spoke to them together and while they were visibly sad about losing they were also visibly happy for their brothers in Troop 77.

And that'd be a great story right there, but it gets better so I'll tell you some more...

The next morning at breakfast in the dining hall, the usual last breakfast excitement and chaos was unfolding. Troop 7 and their arch rivals from Troop 14 were chanting at each other with the typical valor of arch rivals. It was serious stuff suitable for a longstanding rivalry.

At awards time, the marching trophy award was to be presented. All was quiet. Troop 14 was called as the marching winners and they came up to the podium with the trophy as usual. But then they stepped to the microphone and forfeit their win and called up the ASD boys of Troop 77 and they presented the trophy already "embellished" with a #77 to record the win of the boys of Troop 77 forever and for posterity.

The boys of 77 were truly excited and they hoisted the trophy like they'd won the Super Bowl or the Stanley Cup. Everyone in the house were on their feet applauding, it was deafening. Many of our guys were covering their ears and smiling. Many adults were teared up again.

And that'd be a great story right there, but it was to get even better so let me share the last amazing thing...

When breakfast was adjourned, the boys of Troop 7 were out the door fast. Their Senior Patrol Leaders formed them up quickly into patrol lines. When their arch rivals of Troop 14 came through those doors, they shook every hand and kind words were shared. Arch rivals had become brothers in arms and all around a rag tag bunch of ASD Scouts who were just being themselves.

And that's how you create 500 autism friendly teenagers with a ten minute speech.

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  3. Ruben R.

    Great story! Had trouble reading through all the blurred vision from the tears. Cheers from Troop 724 in West Covina, Ca.

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