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I grew up in a wheelchair in the 60's. One thing I learned very quickly is that society and the world in genral does not care about individuals. It is not picking on me because I'm in a chair. It owes me nothing because society may have done something that gave me a messed up wad of genetiic material. It was not going to make any allowances because I was different. If anything, it wa going to target me for early trip to oblivion much as a lion singles out the sick animal in a herd. I descided that the only way to make it in this social jungle was to look that lion in the navel and spit. Then if the bluff didn't work, pat him on the head before before he bit me. The surprise would probably kill him. So I've gone pretty much where I wanted and done pretty much what I wanted. I've taken advantage of luck when it happened and made my own way when it didn't. A lot of people helped me get as far as I've come knowing they didn't owe me anything. I accepted thier help with thanks in the same spirit. Now I have PD. Nothing has changed. Society Still owes me zip and cares even less. I help others when and where I can in the hopes they will do the same for someone less fortunate than I. My wife and I are well aware that I'm going to get worse. If you are like I am and have no extended family with a long history of taking care of thier own. If you you are like I and are not indepentantly wealthy. Then at this point in time the future looks like an extended stay in a nursing home where nobody gives a flying fart. I am a realist. I also live in the here and now and plan as I can for the future while trying not to let it scare me stiff. Marvin Giles.