3/28/97 (a letter to a PD-friend) He's Got A Ticket To Ride My most sincere wish is for your PD to progress VERY slowly if at all. I know that I appear to take my situation lightly at times but I do that for sanity reasons. I sometimes curse, cry, and pound the walls when I'm unable to get out of a chair or unable to turn over in bed at night. But frustration after a while gets frustrating in itself. Rather than accept that I am not getting better and "Oh, why can't my life be normal again?", I found another way to cope. "I look at PD as a sort of bizarre and humorous amusement park ride that sometimes has no OFF-button in sight to slow or stop my momentum. Sometimes as I go 'round, patterns and situations look familiar and I learn from them and it doesn't frighten me as much the next time I encounter it." I used to laugh to hide my pain over PD but I think that has changed. "I think that we are all dancers in an extremely and beautifully choreographed stage play that plays non-stop in whatever town I happen to live in; I go to and participate in at least one show a day." My real dancing abilities haver never been fluid yet I see my words move others and realize I simply dance with my words. It cleanses me and educates others ... what more could I ask? Well, my meds are wearing off so I'll close. Take care. -David