I Have A Remarkably Normal Life.

In Fact, Parkinson's Has Made Me A Better Person. A Better Husband, Father And Overall Human Being.

As With Any Turning Point Or Instance When A New Road Is Chosen And An Old One Forsaken, There Are Consequences.

Pity Is A Benign Form Of Abuse.

I Don't Think [parkinson's] Is Gothic Nastiness. There's Nothing On The Surface That's Horrible About Someone With A Shaky Hand. There's Nothing Horrible About Someone In Their Life Saying, "god, I'm Really Tired Of This Shaky Hand Thing" And Me Saying, "me, Too." That's Our Reality. We Have No Control Over It.

I Find As Long As I Acknowledge The Truth Of Something, Then That's It. I Know What It Is And Then I Can Operate. But If I Overestimate The Downside Of Something Or The Challenge Of Something And I Get Too Obsessed About The Difficulty Of It, Then I Don't Leave Enough Room To Be Open To The Upside, The Possibility.