I will not be defined by Parkinson’s
and I will never allow any disease to get in my way of living my life. I will
say that as I get older, people have become more important to me than ideas, things,
art, music and God. That is if there is such a thing as the idea known as god.
I have been ambivalent over time about God.( I’m not even sure if it is an upper-case word!)
Being a young altar boy in a Massachusetts Parish that harbored a Catholic
priest child molester will have that affect on some people. It has with me and,
therefore, I reserve the right to be ambivalent. Yet I am told by at least 5
people that they remember me in their prayers and it means so much to me that I
can’t explain. I’m not sure what prayer
does or how it works but I believe my life is better because at least five people pray for
me. (I hear you saying, “But you have Parkinson’s. How can you think your life
is better? It’s better because I don’t have terminal cancer or Lou Gehrig’s disease.)
People. That is what has become such
a cherished idea. I know that I love a growing population of friends, family and
new acquaintances. I met a person who falls into that category over the weekend.
After speaking with this person, for
some reason, she decided to tell me she would pray for me. If that person reads
this, I just want to tell you again that I don’t take your prayers for granted.
So, thank you for what you do and who you are.
I think realization of the temporary nature
of life, and that no one is getting out of here alive, that causes me to enjoy
people more than ever. Loving people is a lot more fun than loving money, for
example. (If you also don’t love money, send me what you don’t need and I will
get rid of it for you.)
This was another blog installment
that ends up being on a topic I did not intend to cover when I started today.
But it was worth expressing. I think a lot about a lot of people.
The photo is of some people near the Oculus in New York City.
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