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Some say I’ve been dealt a bad hand, That might be true, but I am still lucky. I can play this crummy hand, bluff, and still win the game. It could always be worse. Honestly, I’ve never really had it that bad. I’ve never been tortured, never been persecuted for my beliefs, never been a slave in chains. There are so many indignities humans have forced upon each other throughout the centuries I can’t list them all, and they have passed me by.
All in all, I’ve had it pretty good.
Now is not the time to let the problems of my condition keep me from enjoying the banquet of life that I deserve. But, I’ve been to this fine establishment before, everyone knows my name because I’ve been coming here for years. And life’s rich desserts have not been wasted on me, for I have enjoyed every part, even those parts I didn’t. I always leave a good tip and pay my bill. The only bad thing they say about me back in the kitchen is that it’s weird I sometimes eat my dessert first.
Why some save dessert for the end of the meal I’ll never know. The same way I don’t understand why people fret and worry about what’s going to happen to them when they grow old, so much they miss the colorful, noisy parade that is passing by. Saving my dessert for the end of my meal is like waiting till I’m old to start enjoying myself. Life is a five course meal, I want the rich part first while I still have room and an appetite. Most of life’s rich desserts should be enjoyed with a fresh and young palate, along with a fresh and young body that can handle the assault of sugars and white flour. So, I say with genuine enthusiasm EAT DESSERT FIRST! and If having my dessert first ruins my appetite, then I’ve had too much.
I’ve eaten most of my delicious meal – not all of it though, it’s a while before dessert (and the check) comes. But, when the waiter gets here I’m going to have to tell him I’ve already eaten my piece of cake. And even though it was wonderfully delicious, it was just a piece of cake. And I still had room for the rest of my meal – I didn’t lose my appetite. I think I might even have room for another piece of that cake, and a cup of coffee, but after I finish my lobster.
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just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\