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I noticed the tremor in my hand and thought it was a chill. Spring came round and the doctor said "you need to try this pill". The medicine was not to bad, it made my hand be still. I was not told of how it worked nor of the final bill. I was not given what I needed most, hope for a shattered will. While learning something new a list I chanced upon, it told of where help could be found, a place called Parkinson. When I arrived I was surprised to find so many there. People offered love and information, and hope to conquer fear. Now I know I'm not alone and fear I'll hold at bay. I'll take one step and then the next, living from day to day. --<--<@ @>-,-`-- [log in to unmask] http://rampages.onramp.net/~mgiles/