When I was a young teenager, during the summer, my step-mother and my siblines, would go to the foster complex, to get an extra long van, and she would pick up other individuals, on the way to a day camp, for autism and other physical issues, that individuals had, and I had nothing to do, so I would check out the entertainment times, were they all gathered, while the director of the entire camp grounds, would play the piano or my step-mother would, and they were good at that, so after a lot of trips, I was inside the main building, and the director of the entire camp grounds, came up to me, and said, I've noticed every time you entered the room everyone was calm, and she wanted me to be a counselor, for the most troubled individual they had, at that time, he was at least five years older than me, and so I had no major issues with him, I would've never known that, if it hadn't been for that experience....