Optimism Is A Cure For Many Things.

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.

I Have So Many Things That I Say To My Kids, I Just Drive Them Crazy.

Life Delivered Me A Catastrophe, But I Found A Richness Of Soul.

I Find As Long As I Acknowledge The Truth Of Something, Then That's It. I Know What It Is And Then I Can Operate. But If I Overestimate The Downside Of Something Or The Challenge Of Something And I Get Too Obsessed About The Difficulty Of It, Then I Don't Leave Enough Room To Be Open To The Upside, The Possibility.

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.