Snacks

Snacks

I’m moving along with glee. Yes, I have a debilitated body, a one-room sugar shack, and I am budgeting my allowance to pay for the audio of my books. So, I have no mobility, money, or monumental excursions. Everything I do is from this one-room command center of jubilee joy. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? Vincent Van Gogh.

ALS, don’t get me wrong, is a destroyer of lives and homes. It makes paupers of formerly financial contributors to our families, communities, and government. This disease has robbed our physical and outer strength and threatened what we think about ourselves. ALS be damned and cast into a lake of fire, if I may borrow from the perspective of others. But one thing, among many, that it still hasn’t taken is my appetite for life.

Every day I wake up happy, hungry, and horny. Go figure. I’m excitedly expecting something good is going to happen to me this very day. A lot of bad excrement is flying around, but it can’t touch this. Thanks, Robert Schuller and Hammer. I’m incredibly invincible. Mohammad Ali said he was the greatest before he ever was. I’m sorry if I don’t sound real. I just made up my mind, over time, that I may be lying down, but I don’t have to take this ALS stereotype. I have an indomitable spirit to go way beyond my previously proposed limitations.

I’m old, and I have nothing much more to lose. But, I am somebody. Maybe Jessie Jackson made these words prominent in the Black community, but we are some bodies. From a financial, commercial catalyst, I’m figuratively sticking my head out of the window of this disease imprisonment. I’m mad as Hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore.

I will take more of my wife’s banana nut bread and lemon blueberry pound cake. Simply said by Simon, life is short; eat your dessert first. ALS—Appreciating Life’s Sweetness.