First of all, I would like to thank my friends and extended family at Life Care Center of Federal Way for joining me and making it possible for me to participate in the Ice Bucket Challenge. Without their gracious and capable care, I can do nothing.
I would like to thank the millions of people who have taken the time to participate in this event, have learned about ALS, and who have reached into their wallets to support ALS research.
I would also like to thank the ALS Association, particularly the Evergreen Chapter, who have given so much to many of us afflicted with ALS.
Last, I want to thank the tens of thousands of us PALS (persons with ALS) who pull up their bootstraps every day and support each other and are literally, dying for a cure.
I sincerely thank all of you for your love, well wishes, and support. God bless you.
The preceeding was the speech I made prior to taking the Ice Bucket Challenge this past summer. I still feel that way today.
This is my first Thanksgiving since I've been at the home. Despite the agony of being denied access to my real home, I'm putting my best foot forward this holiday. My mother, father (step), and husband are bringing me a Thanksgiving feast. Thank you! The home certainly did not bother to make any kind of holiday feast.
We had Honey-baked Ham and honey-roasted turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, cherry-cranberry sauce, stuffing, candied yams, deviled eggs, cherry crumb pie, and pumpkin pie. Yum! Our feast was topped off with the Seahawks v. Niners football game. I did not get past halftime but the Seahawks won nonetheless. Go hawks!
Occasionally, we are seized with a rebellion so sickening that we simply won't pray. When these things happen we must not think too ill of ourselves. We should simply resume prayer as soon as we can, doing what we know to be good for us. -- TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, page 105 Gee, I could have saved myself years of self-reproach by taking it easy on myself. "Try" as I might, I never could make prayer, in the traditional sense, a daily occurrence for stretches longer than a month. I had good intentions but inevitably, I'd be running late and forget. Or worse, I'd get a big, fat bout of attitude about not getting my wishes (the permanent position at the Gates Foundation, being fired from my last job when my health deteriorated, the cancellation of my Panama Canal cruise, and the various abandonments I experienced following my ALS diagnosis) and off I'd go, cursing my Higher Power, turning my back, isolating, and wishing I were dead (actually, I wa...
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