Thursday, August 9, 2012
It's a Wonderful Life
My friends say that I was hit by the perfect storm. In 2006 at the age of 49 I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. At that time my 80 year old father was in Mount Sinai Hospital with Heart Disease. I am an Attorney specializing in Real Estate Law. Due to the cyclical nature of the business and the sub prime mortgages, the business crashed.
In 2008, I moved my office into my home, which was further away from my clientele. I was in an inevitable depression.
During this time, I took up a long abandoned hobby, writing. I loved it. My friends, family and some strangers, found my stories, Dr. Seuss and song Parodies, and extremely light poetry funny and poignant. I gave myself the "nom de plume" "Jello Marx," figuring that that would have been the sixth Marx Brother, and started to write a blog called "Memoirs of a Disgruntled Attorney."
Before he passed I made sure to take the bus into Manhattan (I had stopped driving in the city) and see my dad every Sunday. We had always had a special relationship, but this solidified it. This week in 2008 my father passed away.
My business was and is doing terrible. I've managed to keep afloat with the help of wonderful family and friends.
The writings and my Sundays with my dad and the realization that I was wasting my time shook me from the depression.
I've had a great life. I wanted to give back, so I applied to the "People with Parkinson's Advisory Counsel" of the Parkinson's Disease foundation. To my great surprise I was accepted. Here I have met exciting people. People with Parkinson's who refuse to be marginalized. These people are not depressed. They fight every day. I leave these meeting with an optimism and energy that I've never had before.
I don't know what the future will hold, but no matter what, I won't complain.
Those Sundays helped me deal with his passing. I eulogized him.