I Have A Remarkably Normal

I Think There's A God And I Know It's Not Me.

I Can Get Sad, I Can Get Frustrated, I Can Get Scared, But I Never Get Depressed - Because There's Joy In My Life.

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 Wait For Good Opportunities To Come Up To Do Stuff; I'm Not Seeking Things. I'm Quite Busy In The Meantime, But If The Right Thing Came Up, I Would Be Happy To Do It.

I Have Times When I'm Off-balance. I Have Times When I Slur My Words. I Have Times When I Walk Into Walls. I Have Times When I Can't Remember Somebody's Name.