Around 1953, due to unfortunate circumstances, the car my dad was driving backed over me. The dirt driveway probably saved my life. The first prognosis was that I may never walk again, but I did.
Almost 60 years later, in 2013, I would attempt to run, jog and walk across America. The catalyst for the journey on foot would be the passing of my dad, with Alzheimer’s disease.
If you wish to read the history of what I consider pertinent, that led to my advocacy concerning Alzheimer’s, type “msmw” without the quotation marks, in the search box, and the posts will appear in reverse-chronological order.