That wasn't the first question on my mind
the day I was hit broadside with a diagnosis
of Parkinson's Disease at age 45. In fact, I was numb. How could a free-minded bachelor and adventure traveler with a healthy lifestyle get

a degenerative neurological disorder? I was ashamed and told no one for a year. I learned

up close and personal that "denial" was not
just a river in Egypt.

Then I re-met Andrea, whom I had dated 18 years ago, and the gift within my hit began to unwrap.