My Experience Is To Deal With Things

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."

I Always Feel Very Connected To Canada. My Reference For Everything Is My Canadian Background, My Life In Canada. Particularly On This Issue Of Refugee Immigration: I Couldn't Be Prouder Of Canada.

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

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.

I Have A Remarkably Normal Life.