By Jeanne Doyon Ear piercing screams tore through the grocery store and people looked to see which child was being naughty or told, “No, you can’t have that today.” When I rounded the corner I saw Gary with two heavy bottles of juice in his arms, pushing a very unhappy little boy in the cart. It was Austin; brown haired curly topped, Austin, screaming at the top of his lungs. When I realized who was piercing the air, my heart turned from, “what IS that child’s problem,” to “Praise God for this healthy little boy.” I first met Austin over a year ago at the pharmacy while in the midst of a whirlwind day. As I sat waiting for my prescription, a man approached the pharmacy counter. He was tall, dark, broad, with his shaved head covered in a blue bandana….toting a baby carrier. After handing the prescription over he sat down next to me and put the baby seat between his feet. The baby let out a squeak, letting me know it was a …