I Think There's A God And I

I Think We All Get Our Own Bag Of Hammers. We All Get Our Own Parkinson's. We All Have Our Own Thing. I Think That We'll Look At It Through The Filter Of That Experience, And We'll Say, "yeah, I Need To Laugh At My Stuff, Too."

No, I Got A Ged In My 30s. My Kids Know That I Never Stop Learning, And They Know I Love Reading. I Have Books Overflowing Everywhere. I Am Current On Today's Events And I Read The Paper Every Day, And We Talk About It, So They See That Appetite.

As Much As Parkinson's Is About Movement, The End Stage Is Being Frozen. So The More I Let That Happen, The More I'm Gonna Be Stuck Within That And Unable To Reverse It.

So I Never Spend A Lot Of Time Analyzing Why People Respond To My Work. But I Think That It's Just The Joy, A Passion For Life, That I Think Has Always Been In My Characters. Beyond That, I'm Just Grateful For It.

There's A Connection That's Hard To Explain. It's The Feeling I Get When I See Someone Shuffle Up To Meet Me, Or Say Something, And I Can Instantly Tell By The Cant Of Their Head Or By The Movement Of Their Arms -- And These Are People Who Aren't Even Full-blown Symptomatic -- That They're One Of Us. And The Look They Give Me, It's Not Just Gratitude -- I Don't Care About The Gratitude -- But Solidarity. And Shared Optimism. And A Resiliency That Just Makes Me Think We're Doing The Right Thing, And That This Truly Is A Community.