Optimism Is A Cure For Many Things.

My View Of Life Is Colored By Humor And Looking At The Best In Any Situation.

The Least Amount Of Judging We Can Do, The Better Off We Are.

Just As Parkinson's Isn't A Big Topic Of Conversation In My House, Neither Is My Career.

If I Don't Get Food In My Mouth, I'm Still Happy. If My Pants Are Round My Ankles, As Long As I Don't Get Arrested For Indecent Exposure, I'm Happy. I'm Worried About Keeping My Hair, Not How It's Combed.

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.