I discovered that I was part of a Parkinson's community with similar experiences and similar questions that I'd been dealing with alone.

My age makes me think how valuable life is. How bad is something like Parkinson's in relation to not having life at all?

I think the scariest person in the world is the person with no sense of humor.

I can't be smug, because I know that you can lose anything at any point. And I can't be angry, because I haven't lost it.

There's an idea I came across a few years ago that I love: My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance and in inverse proportion to my expectations. That's the key for me. If I can accept the truth of 'This is what I'm facing - not what can I expect but what I am experiencing now' - then I have all this freedom to do other things.

I might have skipped class, but I didn't miss any lessons.

Life is the power that's greater than I can ever comprehend.