I think social media is a unique riddle and platform, we all want everyone to see how well are doing. Part of my problem most recently is the rollercoaster ride I have been on called Parkinson’s is not a ticket just for one. I wake every day and am forced like a sheep into a stall to get on a ride that I’m constantly trying to get off. Like the sheep, I try to resist but Parkinson’s is a well trained cow dog nipping at my heals forcing me into my seat.
What concerns me the most is my family is forced to get on right behind me! I was 42 when I was diagnosed and had lived almost Two decades without thinking twice about this disease. Since my twins have been alive ZERO days without incident.
Clink clink clink clink… the ride starts daily slowly climbing to the apex, never quite sure if I will 
scream in terror or joy once as we all get to the top. Wait!!!! My children don’t meet either the age or height requirements to ride, and my wife didn’t want to get on either! I think mostly we all start to scream in terror as my analogy starts to gain momentum. I was asked today how my family was handling my daily fight and struggle? I am so bad at many things, but take a great amount of pride knowing I’m a good, (cough cough) I mean an exceptional father. My response comes easier than the true reality of the situation. “My children will be and already are exceptional individuals that are full of love and compassion forced to watch their father fight everyday for his life against the neurologically debilitating disease. I’ll never let them see me quit.” My wife gets a different part of me and see’s more of the highs and lows I go through…and for that I am truly sorry. I know I’m a different kind of person around children and should have been a grade school gym teacher in another life. You wouldn’t want me teaching anything else to your child, I am to much of a goofball.
My little lambs believe in me and for now that’s enough. I’m a fighter, it’s what I do. However, it will 
hurt me so deeply and be such a terrible day when some mean spirited kid makes fun of one them because their Daddy shakes and is not like other fathers. So I use boxing theropy to take out my 
frustrations and teach my boys how to defend their selves to only fight for what’s right. I still think the day is coming when one of my kids will probably say, “Oh Yeah! Well, my dad can beat up your dad.” I am no longer that type a fighter, but I wouldn’t want to let them down. So they are forced upon the ride daily and are given no other choice. Tomorrow I’ll try and be more excited for the wind in my face on the way down, but still screaming and trying to lead by example!
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