Will was determined to live his own life outside the box. He was kicking off the labels as quickly as we could put them at his feet. He refused to be pinned down, and he refused to allow me to play a role in his rescue.
My schedules, lists, and maps had no place in Will's world. In his world every step was groundless. Trying to prepare myself and predict every possible turn, rise, and fall of his journey was exhausting. He was not going down the safe path I had planned for him. I felt as if I was running behind him, trying to keep up, yelling, “Wait! You were supposed to turn this way!