BY GRACE DONALDSON
Let me tell you a story. I was in college taking science classes and Michael, my first cousin, who was only a year younger, had a reading level of less than kindergarten. He was in his twenties and although he could not articulate it, I could tell he was frustrated with his life. He had no relationships outside of his family and was dependent on family for the smallest purchases like chocolate or soda. One day, I came to visit and learned that he had a job — sorting hangers three to four hours a . . .
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