Not ashamed to say I almost had my first fall (due to Parkinson’s that is…I’m a pro at falling for no reason) and I would have landed face first in traffic on Plumas St. right in front of the post office. What was supposed to be a simple step with my right foot ended up with my leg saying “Nah, not right now.” and my right foot just skidding about two inches as I went to cross the street. Well, the foot may have stopped but the 220lbs that is the rest of me kept going. I managed to catch myself, but it was close. I’m not exaggerating when I say it’s a life-changing experience. I’ve always talked a good game about keeping my chin up, showing no fear, blah, blah, blah. It’s scary. I can admit that, but courage is not the absence of fear. It is the willingness to face the fear without backing down. I won’t waste 1 second out of my 7,447 days left in worry or self-pity. I’ve never shed a tear over this (and I’m a crier! Just ask my daughters!) and I never will. Always remember it’s not the situations and events of our lives that define us but how we handle them. I will fall someday. That’s just what this disease does. But I will get back up. That’s just what I do.