CORTICAL DROOL

Although I am passionate about politics they are not, nor can they ever be, my first love. I reserve that for my family. As my wife and son suffer from Myotonic Dystrophy, their care must come first. This has been such a week, Tuesday night my sons digestive tract went on strike again. At his bedside over the last couple of days, I am yet again struck with awe effect he has on those around him. To say that his eighteen years have been difficult does not begin to do it justice. If anyone in the world has earned the right to be sad, mean, and angry it is him. To witness the love and joy he shares with others, I am patently unworthy. I have often heard we are noticed by the ripples we create in our own little pond. I am truly humbled by the tsunami in my sons wake. Not reflected on a playing field or the halls of academe, but in the hearts and lives of those he meets, a permanent mark.