In my early days of elementary school, one classmate had a brother that was retarded and came to school in our class. He could learn very little and was slightly physically challenged also. This boy was a loving, kind person and many of us looked after him. Would not let anyone bother him. When choosing sides to play games, it never was a question of leaving him out. Luckily we learned at a very early age that the highest score was not necessarily the winner. They moved away after the 5th grade and I have ne ver heard from him since. I am so glad that I knew him. I still get choked up remembering how glad he was to come to school to see his friends.
Like you, Rendezvous,it choked me a good bit also.