Good day fellow Parkie's & Caregivers, woke in an exceptional mood this morning and thought I would try to bring a smile to someone's face. A few years back, while still working, I was asked to say a few words at a service banquet about a co-worker being honored for her years of service to the organization. This person was not only dedicated but also had an infectious smile & a wicked sense of humor. I had read a poem somewhere that fit my friend but am beginning to see how it could R/T my PD and hopefully you will see the humor in it as well.

I believe this is a poem about the Hallmark character named MAXINE---Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a attractive & well-preserved body BUT rather to skid in (or if you have PD --fall in.....LOL) sideways with chocolate in one hand and a beverage of choice in the other ( I thought a 'shake' would be appropriate here--), your body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming wooooooooohooooooooo-WHAT A RIDE.!!!! My friend loved it, the audience laughed, and I received compliments from upper management on my presentation.

I try to find humor in each day--------not always easy but as long as one can try to smile each day the good endorphins get the upper hand.

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  • Go cowmom Go!


    Live life laughing out loud.

    Carry on strong.

  • thanks Nouska-------will do just that. Hope you will join me!!!!




    loll Jill


  • Count me in. Susan H.

  • GREAT ladies----------more the merrier!!!!! Glad to see that I may have brightened your day with my silliness!!!!! I know it had made mine. Gail

  • It is from Maxine--lol; great advice!

  • Maxine is always good for a laugh!!

  • yes Maxine is always good for a laugh---just looking at the image created for her cracks me up.

  • This has become my rally call:

    Do not go gentle into that good night,

    Old age should burn and rage at close of day;

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

    Because their words had forked no lightning they

    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on the sad height,

    Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

  • thanks purelabor----'i have heard some of that poem but have never actually read the while thing----amazing words. Whatever inspires us not to give in to PD is a plus. Thank you so much for sharing. Hope your week is off to a good start---------Gail

  • It is simple to find humour every day. My trick is to look at myself in the shaving mirror. Guaranteed to give you a laugh.


  • Love it. Never heard all the words.

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