I rarely leave New York, yet recently I've been all over this country. I've met all sorts of different people, The two things that we all have in common is 1) we have an incurable Neurological Disease or we know someone who does; and 2) we've all bonded in some way.
There are those who write poetry. I can write parodies of songs and can rhyme anything with Nantucket, but traditional poetry no.
There are those who are frustrated or scared. I'm a little frustrated, not particularly scared.
There are those who look towards religion. I respect their beliefs, but it's not for me.
There are those who are lonely. At times that's me regardless of my 186 facebook friends. (if my Mom is reading this, I bet that she is glad that she doesn't have to cater any more birthday parties).
There are the cheerleaders. (Shake it to the right! Shake it to the Left! Give me a P....)
Then there's me, One of the Scriveners of the group. We deal with it by writing our every thought.
How did such a group find each other? I don’t know, but just as Dorothy felt she always knew the Scarecrow, I feel like I’ve always known these people.
The internet is a dangerous place, but sometimes it can be very rewarding.