If You Fixate On The Worst-case Scenario

Almost Instantly [after My Announcement Of Parkinson's], I Saw The First Couple Of Days The Coverage Was About, You Know, "fox's Parkinson's, Blah, Blah, Blah." Then, Two Days After That, I Saw The Coverage Turn. It Started To Become, "can Young People Get Parkinson's?" All Of A Sudden, The Conversation Turned To Become About That. And That Was One Of The First Eye-opening Things.

The More I Expect, The More Unhappy I Am Going To Be. The More I Accept, The More Serene I Am.

I Have Now Is Whenever My Kids Say, "can You Look At This?" Or "can I Ask You Something?" Or "can You Come Here For A Minute?" No Matter What I Am Doing, I Say Yes Instead Of Saying, "just A Sec." They Never Abuse The Privilege, And I Never Once Regretted It. What They Took Me Away To Do Was Never Less Important Than What I Was Doing Already.

When I Was 20, I Would Have Taken A Bullet In The Head To Never Have To Be 35.

Turning Fully Toward The Glass, I Consider What I See. This Reflected Version Of Myself, Wet, Shaking, Rumpled, Pinched, And Slightly Stoop, Would Be Alarming Were It Not For The Self-satisfied Expression Pasted Across My Face. I Would Ask The Obvious Question, 'what Are You Smiling About?' But I Already Know The Answer: 'it Just Gets Better From Here.'