That's awesome! That's kinda like how this company started. The owner's adopted son turned out to have mild MR. They told them to put him in an institution. They refused. All grown up he couldn't get a job. So they made one for him. When I get mad about this place or aggravated with "the son" I try to remind myself about where we started.
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