I was assigned to the Studios bus hub yesterday and while waiting for people to finish boarding, a little boy, about 9 or 10 years old, afflicted with an obvious muscular disorder struggles to walk up to me. He's managing to hold onto a bunch of little white cards and a pen. Please sign, please sign. As his disability also affects his speech, I didn't quite understand what he was saying at first, until I look at the cards in his disfigured hand. The cards have something written on them. After looking at them a little more closely, I notice that there are a couple of autographs scribbled on the