In a blink of an eye, it doesn’t seem real all the time that has gone by since my father’s passing and my grandmother and Uncle’s physical deterioration with Parkinson’s disease.

These three important people in my immediate circle, were products of another era.

It was difficult for them to express how they felt and what they desired.

But, they were all sources of life, giving lessons to me whether I agreed with them or not.

They were an instrument towards my understanding the generations of dysfunction and lack of hands on affection in my family, and the wisdom of a young child who saw beyond the whelm, and wanted to move beyond, and towards the light of a better way of living, interacting with others, and being harmonic within the world around me.

All of these people were viewing someone very close to them, dealing with a disability, in a time that was thought to make a normal life impossible.

I was from the very beginning, determined to live as though I didn’t have the limitations of my body, or, the “crippling attitudes” of the larger society to deal with.

It would never have seemed possible for me to go out into this world and thrive with the attitudes and beliefs I was brought up with.

Because, most of my family; especially my mother, was caught up in the daily business of dealing with a disable child and everything that came along with it.

While my father came from even an earlier generation than my mother, and he had lost his mother, and was raised by a grandmother, so his focus was on earning a living. That left little time for anything else.

I had to figure out much for myself because my father passed away when I was only fourteen. This was just one experience in a period of several years that I lost loved ones. This forced me to be very self reliant, confident, and interdependent.

So, it was all put upon my mother to raise my older sister and myself.

Although, my dear Mama Katie didn’t quite know how much I could handle, or, how to totally express herself to me or say what was on her mind; she truly understood that I needed much more to become the person I was meant to be.

It is hard to remember what a radical idea this was in a time of separation for our community very similar to the segregated south.

My mother had to remember the balance I needed, so that I could thrive, grow and develop my inner and outer self. My mother needed to understand two great truths.

First, that there needed to be time to relax, regroup, and rest. And secondly, this was even harder, I knew there were things I needed to accomplish which she wanted to protect me from.

The first time my mother ever had the courage, the strength, and the ability to acknowledge her own error in thinking there were limits to what I could do, was the day I earned my college degree.

Who would have thought, that a dysfunction so deeply rooted, could have melted 35 years of pain, hurt, and lose?

I was able to use my own positivity to help heal my own wounds, as well as try to restore the physical strength of loved ones in agony.

It takes a really strong person to not fall into the trap of isolation and self pity.

All of us reading this magazine had channeled this kind of strength and will power to lead a life and beyond that which experts tried to limit us too.

I never fully recognized my inner strengths.

But each and every hurdle, blockade and barrier I came across, which called me to full attention, I knew I had to face.

I knew I had to deal with it, and I knew I could not run. I had to take the bull by its horn, and all that came with it.

I also knew that I could neither avoid, or refrain, nor deny.

My strengths came out of experiences that I just mentioned.

This would help me to help others when they needed me the most.

When my uncle struggled with Parkinson’s, I was able to give him my positive ways of thinking to deal with his disease and the pain it inflected upon him for well over 10 years.

Throughout my life, achievements have come out of my own struggle and the inner resources I have used to maintain a strong mind, body and spirit.

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Three weeks ago, I sailed the pacific seas to the Gulf of Mexico. I stopped in the ports of: Cabo San Lucas, Loreto, Guaymas, Topolobampo, Mazatlan, Sinaloa, and Puerto Vallarta.

This was an unexpected trip, to a part of the world, I always wanted to see. My in-law’s got an incredible deal on a cruise, and asked if we would like to join them. So how could my husband and I pass up such a wonderful offer. So we said yes.

However, my imagination, could not prepare me for what I was truly about to see witness, and, or stumble upon.

The MS Ryndanm, and all their crew, were about to treat me with much care, and take me on a trip of a life time.

As I traveled the 2,726 nautical miles of breath taking seas, my sea legs became one with the ocean floor, and, I was prompted to remember once again, of all the things I have been blessed with, within my life; and that I have been given a chance to glimpse, observe, and participate in.

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an Diego, on October 12, 2008, on a cool evening, as my husband, his brother, his wife, and my siter-in-laws brother all waved goodbye to the pacific shores we left behind.

This was the longest cruise I had ever taken or been on.

But before we even traveled more that 100 knots, we were summonsed to a passenger boat drill to insure everyone’s safety. Although, minutes before, my sweet, hubby, Chris, left our room; on a heroic search to find ice cubes.

I ask you. What was he doing looking for ice cubs at a time like this? After more then 5 minutes of wondering curiously, I began to get a bit frantic.

Where was he when I needed him the most?

As on our last voyages to sea, he was right by my side to help me tie my life jacket to my person.

This time, however, his timing was off, and got discombobulated by where our cabin was laid out.

So I pulled out our life jackets from the closet and proceeded to walk to my destination point with concern.

Over a hundred people passed me by to get to their designated station.

Fortunately, for me, while walking, I found all my family members except for Chris, whom I wanted to, find the most!

Then, after a few moments of worrying and laughing, with my family jokester, my husband almost pasted me by.

“Hay honey, where do you think you’re going?”

As I tried to direct and real him in with my voice, while my newly adopted brother-in-law, Willie, was making me, and his sister Laura, giggle uncontrollably.

After we were all lined up like penguins, four sort bells and one long bell rang as we were dismissed to go, and play.

We were off to commenced voyage to Cabo San Lucas where clear skies and fresh gales awaited us.

Port after port, my mind took hold on the vastness of what I was seeing.

I tried to capture pictures both in my mind, and with my photo lens, as I snapped the images that reach out and touched me the most.

Harbor after harbor, I saw the poverty of the Mexican people.

Yet, I also saw an attitude of desperateness, need, kindness, and gentleness longing in their eyes everywhere I went.

Not like in the United States where greed saturates our country, and our hearts and minds.

These men, women, and children are grateful even through much haggling takes place in the market place and amongst the streets.

They struggle with a reminder everyday of what we take for granted.

While riding on a bus into Guaymas and Topolobampo, the passengers were told by the guide of the great destruction from a hurricane not more than two or three days before we arrived in their city.

The guide explained how in some parts of the city there was no infrastructure as it was just whipped out. Nevertheless, these men, women, and children pick themselves up and continue on only eighty dollars a week.

It reminds me of what so many of our people go through in trying to carve out a living in our world.

This is a direct representation, of the subtle injustice, that most of us in the disabled community deal with every day of their lives.

The next day we docked in Loreto, where my two brother-in-laws hailed a cab. Boy what a ride that was!

When we started out, everything was smooth riding; as we saw the sites of the most rich and famous in their town.

And hotels right off the water’s edge.

But then, things got real bumpy!

We were out for a ride of our lives!

Instead of taking a paved road thirty minutes out of town, to an old Mission we wanted to see, we wound up taking a path that almost threw my husband for a loop.

The car we were using was not a four wheel drive. This lack of amenity made it difficult to travel and also unnerve my husband to no end.

He was pulling his hair out with disgust, revolt, and fear.

There were so many rocks, river beds, and obstacles to cross, that it sometime seemed “that we might not make it to the church on time.”

Once we hand gotten out of the cab, seen the sites, and had delicious casadia’s, and tacos; the road and return home proved much easier on everybody.

I truly felt a family connection with the taxi drivers, too.

Through laughter, communication and connection, in their native tongue, and having married into a family that speaks the language fluently, it made the excursion and trip that much more comfortable, warm, exciting, valuable, and inviting.

Especially, our last stop! When my husband, my family, and I; visited the port of Puerto Vallarta.

The cab stopped to let us observe the breath taking sculptures, to cross the street, and to visit and take snapshots of the awe inspiring sand castles.

And oops! Yes, you got it!

The street was so full of pot holes, rounded rocks, and gullies, that I took a flying leap into a hole, all by my little ol’ lonesome.

Nobody by my side but me-

I was walking alone and stepped right into it!

Thank God no one hit me!

And thank God, I did not break a foot, or leg, and that it was our last dock to visit!

If I were in the United States, I would have been terrified to be further hurt.

Thankfully, I wasn’t.

Thankfully all I got was a very, very sprain ankle and calve.

Someone else in my shoes, or position, would have sulked, gone back to the ship, and perhaps, even gone home, but I didn’t!

The experience was not easy, as I was in pain, and could not walk like I normally do, but I found a way to keep smiling like I always do.

In my mind I knew this was a trip and a moment of a life time.

I knew it was truly a gift and so worth while.

Moreover, I knew that I might never ever get this kind of opportunity or chance to take in these majestic marvels again, so I forgot about my discomfort and smiled a ray of sunlight for Gods beautiful landscape, and backdrop.

I also was shown how unconditionally I was loved and cared for by my family and complete strangers.

Thus, I immediately found gratitude in my own heart, and found new positive ways, to continue on my journey with gratification in my own inner self and being.

My positive attitude, along with all my past triumph and tribulations, gave me a wonderful, exuberant energy, and willingness to make the best of a difficult situation for all involved.

I was so accommodating, that we went forward to visit the cost line’s and city scapes with pure pleasure and delight.

So, with a bag of ice cubs, surrounding my leg, we visited an organic distillery, where all types of wine and liqueurs were made, and we drove to Casa Kimberly.

For those of you who do not know what Casa Kimberly is, it is now a bed and breakfast.

Although in the early sixties, it was where Liz Taylor’s, and Richard Burton’s had their home.

One could see the pink remaining bridge that linked the two homes together.

Even though I tripped and fell at my last port, I can’t express to my readers how wonderful, breathtaking, and joyous my time in Mexico and on the ship was.

Travel is something I feel is very vital, freeing, emancipating, and uplifting for us all, but especially for the disabled community.

The more communicative, active, visible, and perceptible we become, the more we partake in life precious activities; it cultures, and joys of the world, the more we can breakdown the stereotypes, and promote the truths of our lives and beings.

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I personally agree that this is the most

opportune moment with all the ghost and goblins, walking up and down our sidewalks. I agree it is the perfect time, the perfect place, and the perfect atmosphere and forum to scare our fears away, and write about the things that frighten us the most.

This Halloween, I will have seen well over a quarter of a century of ghost, goblins, witches and spirits. Forget about all the brew ha ha’s knocking at my door. I have faced many a fear, fright and trepidation.

Fears that probably most people would not even know about because I worked so hard and so conscientiously to carry a smile and countenance on my face; despite all the consternation and concern that was going on at each given moment in my life.

However, I want you to know, that as real as these fears can be, if not worked on, dealt with, or labored over; they can over-shadow one’s life. I personally know this. And I personally did not want them to outshine my spirit.

Thus, I made a conscious choice to conquer them. I personally chose to take them one at a time and scare those ugly, mischievous, devious, bogymen away for good. I chose to break, smash, and shatter these chains of thinking and destroy them.

Hence, my first fear was the fear of being underused. If you have read any of my articles before, you will know that I have spent a lifetime trying to convince the larger world that I have abilities which they could make use of.

I did not work this hard to sit in a corner twiddling my thumbs. Nor, did I, come this far to be ignored, patronized and undermined in the community. So many of us have unique and one-of-a-kind talents which go unnoticed, and unused, like me!

It is a disgrace, dishonor, and vast disillusionment, that so many of our experts and professionals have the gall, nerve, and audacity to take credit for our achievements, attainment, and triumphs as we go unheard of and unknown.

Who said they could do this to us? Who said they could lie and smile between their teeth and deviously channel our ability into “acceptable” limited roles because they have no faith in our ability to function in the bigger world?

Who said they could take our life under our feet and change our course of destiny for their own accomplishments and aims of purpose?

My fear has run deep! And, as long as these fears have existed, I have fought to overcome each and every one of them in my own way. I have lived my life, and fought with an exuberance, enthusiasm, and zest that I rarely saw around me .

My fears do not just include my Cerebral Palsy. It goes way beyond this- way beyond the physical, emotional and mental eye.

Everyone has frailties. Despite whatever the good Lord has made me to be, I not only had to fight for my life to win the first Civil Right Case for my own education, but I fought to over-come the fear of what I thought people would think of me.

I feared this many a times because I wanted people to like me for myself. I feared this because I wanted to be accepted and accomplished in the field of health, dance, and recreation. I feared this because down deep in my heart I knew this was vital to my self-worth and my legacy to the world.

I didn’t want to fear that I could not make it in this world or lifetime because people’s attitudes were non-accepting, arrogant, and short sited, based on pity and compassion, rather than genuine trust, belief and the conviction that we were able enough to succeed.

Since I have dealt with people’s attitudes, in all aspects of my life, I am very aware of the prevailing attitude that many feel. But again, I was not going to let fear run and rule my life.

Yet, now, even after all these years, at this stage of my life, with the health issues I face at hand, I still fight like a trooper. I fight to overcome my worst fears of dying of cancer, because both my parents died of this awful disease. Even when dealing with these many health issues I reject the ordinary.

I reject westernized medicine, and, I reject being diagnosed with wrong diagnoses, and young thermometer wielding, wipper snappers; thinking they know more about my body than I do- because once again- they’re a doctor! I pay out of pocket, for treatments I believe in.

As well as continue to eat healthy foods; while working diligently with my acupuncturist to find remedies to heal my digestive system, spleen, liver, and gallbladder issues. Let alone to face and find answers to a life long list of food allergies.

With all that I have feared throughout my life; or any of us have, or will fear, this Halloween, I vow to make a witches brew that will help us all. I know that if we deal with our own fears one at a time we, like Franklin D. Roosevelt has stated …”we will be able to face the things we fear the most.”

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My fears, my friends are two fold, fear of not measuring up, not making the greatest use of the talents I have been blessed with, and fear of loosing control over my own destiny.

The first of these concerns is easier to define, because it is more direct. Do I really deserve all the wonderful blessings I have had? Have I done enough to help those around me?

Of course as human beings, we all make mistakes, we all look back on as the old prayer says, “What we have done, and what we have failed to do”, but I feel a special sense of obligation, to try to lift up, those in the community, who have had it harder than I have, who struggled further, to obtain as Ken Dannager said, “The right to exist.”

Because our lives, require a great deal of effort merely to get through, daily living tasks, it seems to give most of us, an intensity, an Iron will, which can be disconcerting to those who haven’t lived our sort of lives.

The obligation I feel, can sometimes make it harder to learn from mistakes, because, I have a bad habit of ruminating, instead of moving on.

This fear of failing as a moral being can be understood, by anyone who has any sort of moral compass, an ultimate purpose they live for.

It is the second concern of lost of control over fate, that I believe has a particular resonance, for all of us. Many stereotypical images, of our daily struggle exist. The most dangerous, and the worst, is the idea that we don’t need to work.

Now I define work, not only as employment for wages, but rather chosen movement towards a goal.

Each person, must be allowed and even encouraged to decide for themselves, what their particular goal is.

The danger comes when the larger outside world, believes we need not exert this effort, because like an indulgent parent, someone else, usually “caregivers” will provide, every conceivable thing, we could need or want without us even having to ask.

This sort of eternal childhood is not possible at least not in this life, but even if it were it is not the sort of life most of us would want. I cannot express fully, the number of times, I have had, as I am sure you have had to deal with this false idea.

As a well meaning expert put it, when discussing my degree, “Doesn’t the state give you, 24 hour care, ten thousand dollars a month, or whatever else the person on the street, believes I need?”

With that amount of smothering comes a loss of control. My greater fear, my friends, is that I will yield to the temptation of the moment, and cease to try.

I am sure all of you, have wondered why you have made the efforts to achieve in your own lives.

Sometimes at a great financial, physical or spiritual cost, you listened to the voice in your hearts, which told you the old way didn’t work anymore. This change could be anything, from a new treatment, to a vacation to a wardrobe, but at some point you and I did it.

As human beings, some of the changes may not have always worked out for the best. But the fact that we took the chance, is worthy of praise.

So that is my fear my friends, which has stayed with me, long after, all of the ghosts, ceased to worry me.

Well, except for Frazzle, but that is another story. Thank you, all for giving me the strength to keep going, I hope I can repay the debt if needed.

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Resolution is a loaded word and is simply a glorified term for the act of setting a goal, but with more pressure attached to its completion.

I don’t even remember the last time I tried to set a New Year’s resolution. I am thinking it was more than ten years ago. A new year is symbolic of starting fresh and trying to make sure the upcoming twelve months are better than the last.

It is great to look forward to the future and what exciting things may be ahead. Unfortunately, I think resolutions sometimes take away from the anticipation of new days to come.

Humans are creatures of habit. We all have our vices, good and bad, that we have chosen over the years and we cannot or will not get rid of them. People are not quite equipped to quit things cold turkey.

In a stress and wellness class I had taken early in college, we learned it takes around four to six weeks to break a habit. It is not impossible for anyone to change something in their life, but it does take time.

This seems to be something everyone forgets. Society wants instant gratification. When it pertains to resolutions, there is not any instant gratification to be had.

A number of years ago, I became fed up with hearing about resolutions. All I heard being spewed out of the television were ads for exercise equipment, work out videos, diets, and developing a “new you for the new year.” It was driving me crazy as it does every year around this time.

During the holiday season, companies commercialize off of our desire to perfect our images. Self-improvement is a worthy goal, but only if it is for the sake satisfying oneself. In other words, change your life because you want to and not because someone else wants you to change it.

Since I did not want to succumb to resolution making back then, I came up with something different. I opened up a new document on my computer and called it “T’s Life List.” I began to list different things I wanted to accomplish in my lifetime. I listed about twenty or so, and then I stopped.

At the top of the page I wrote the ultimate goal of this whole list. I needed to complete at least fifteen of the then twenty-two items by the time I turn forty-five years old.

I gave myself over a twenty year deadline; however, some of the items listed were tasks I knew I would not be able to accomplish in the following five years, let alone ten or more.

The goals I listed ranged from being easily attainable, to a few more imaginative ambitions that could be deemed a touch unrealistic but not impossible. The easiest one on the list was to get my nose pierced. I completed that act in 2002.

Another feat I listed was to be able to live more independently when I graduated from college.

I am happy to say I completed that as well. A third goal I mentioned was to own my own business, or at least be in a partnership. I can cross that one off of my list. While my run with the company did not last, I do not view it as a failure.

It served as a learning experience and taught me more about myself and who I want to be.

Many of my objectives are travel related. These are probably some of the most difficult to attain. One of my goals states that I need to travel to one country on another continent that is not connected to North America.

Although, that specification pretty much just rules out South America. Another is to visit the Taj Mahal in India, the country I would like to travel to the most. Traveling there would eliminate two aspirations at the same time.

After I developed my list, I saved it, closed the file and pretty much forgot about it. I remembered finding it a couple of years later while backing up my hard drive. At the time, I think I had completed maybe two items on the list. I closed the file again and forgot about it for another couple of years.

Two laptops after I hastily typed out this page of intentions for myself, I still have the document. I remembered I still had it the other day and went searching and read it again. I realized I had completed five of my goals. I have kept some of them in the back of my mind, others I wrote down and have not really given them much of a thought since. I have a few things I want to add, but I do not plan on changing what is already there.

The point of my list is not to complete everything on it. My original intent behind it was to go against the grain of the traditional New Year’s resolution and do it my way. I do not feel pressured by it, and I think it is a good way for me to see what I have the ability to accomplish in the long term.

It is a great surprise to find that hopes you once had for yourself have come into reality without you even realizing it at the time.

Instead of setting another resolution, why not write your own list of life goals? Get a piece of paper or open up a document on the computer and just begin to list different things you want out of life.

Try to be realistic, but jot down a few things you might think are not as easily achieved. Encourage your dreams. Set a fairly lengthy deadline and a number of objectives you want to complete in that time. Put your list in a safe place, or save it on your computer in a folder where you will not see it every day and be reminded that it is there.

The best part is stumbling across it later and checking off your achievements and adding a few more.

As I write this article, as well as with every article I have written for Audacity Magazine, another of my goals is being fulfilled. I had a desire to be published someday, and it is even more worthwhile to be writing for something positive and with a purpose.

My outlook for the new year is optimistic. I am starting it off by moving into a new place! The past six months of my life have been extremely good to me, and as a whole 2007 was not too bad either.

I expect and hope for things to continue heading a positive direction and hope that 2008 finds everyone meeting their life goals and expanding their horizons.

Relief comes from the idea of a new year and a new beginning. New anything is exciting; there is constant promise for the unexpected. Dread comes into play purely out of pressure from the holiday season itself.

I’m not trying to be Grinch-like. I love Christmas, I really do. The meaning of it all has changed for me since I was a kid, but I think it has for everyone who has reached adulthood. I like getting together with family and friends to enjoy a good meal, flavorful wine, treats, and laughter.

I have gone from being the small child begging to open gifts, to a grown-up who patiently sits back and could honestly care less about opening presents. My priorities have changed over the years, and the whole paper tearing thing pretty much takes more of my effort than I really want to devote to the activity (especially when relatives plaster packages in tape and they know how limited my arm strength is).

Clearly, presents do not need to be wrapped tighter than Fort Knox to make them impossible for me to open. Is it an accident, or a cruel joke? He he.

The holidays should be about family, and overall just having a wonderful time. I think it is obvious this idea has faded far into the background. Christmas is all about mp3 players, cell phones, and gaming systems these days.

Holiday décor begins rolling into stores as early as September to get a jump on the season’s sales. Commercialization is what the holidays are about. Traditionalism flew out the window ages ago. Getting gifts is nice, giving gifts is better, but at the end of the day it is just stuff.

I’m sure for at least one person you buy a gift for during the holidays, you are bewildered about what to buy them because they just happen to be one of those people who has absolutely everything.

If they see something they want, they end up buying it for themselves anyway, so the obvious gift choices have already been eliminated. This is where half of the pressure comes from. What do you get the person who has everything?

In addition, there are cards to get mailed out, parties to organize, and cookies to bake. Plus, I am not the best planner for the holidays. As of right now, I still haven’t fully realized how few days there really are before Christmas. I haven’t decided on half the gifts I need to buy, nor written out any cards, or purchased anything for a party.

Also, even though I no longer live with my parents, I am being coerced into writing a family Christmas letter. When I am finished with this article, I will then allow myself to fully freak out about everything.

You might say I am one of those last minute people.

In years past, my family’s holiday activities have changed quite a bit, as well as the structure of our extended family tree. I can’t say we have any steadfast traditions that have stood the test of time.

I don’t know a lot of people who do anymore.

Currently, there will be only one family function and it is at the home of my parents on Christmas Eve. I remember having at least three different celebrations to attend as a kid. Running around is what made Christmas really exhausting. It made commuting more annoying when we had to visit houses or apartments that were not accessible.

While I am glad the cold weather traveling is eliminated, there are certain things of days gone by that I miss.

The holidays and nostalgia are somewhat synonymous to me now come to think of it. I realize I spend more time envisioning my Christmas past. Maybe it is because those times were simpler. The spirit of the season surrounded us as we waited for Santa to bring us the toy of our heart’s desire.

The real world had not quite tainted the magic that Christmas is supposed to possess.

My perfect picture of Christmas, and the feelings that go with it will most likely always be attached to family gatherings at the home of my great-grandparents. These events ceased many years ago, but when the holiday season rolls around, these happy times are the first to be conjured up inside my brain.

I’m sure almost everyone has their own perfect image of what the holidays should look like. Mine consist of my great-grandma’s homemade peanut butter cookies with chocolate stars in the centers, and the German rhymes my great-grandpa used to teach me. My cousins and I would play, everyone would eat great food, and it was simply an enjoyable time for all.

Though my mental snapshots in my head have faded, they will still be there years from now. To me, they represent what the season is supposed to be. Hopefully, you have fond memories that do the same for you, whether or not you celebrate Christmas or another holiday.

May these nostalgic remembrances always remind you of the simple treats in life and inspire you to maybe create some new traditions of your own.

Happy Holidays!

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I never met Erich in person,only spoke to him a few times on the phone to coax him into submitting a photo of himself, and corresponded via email about world events and his articles.

We met through a mutual friend, John, who thought the magazine would be good for Erich and it turns out that Erich was GREAT for the magazine.

His intellectual, sometimes sarcastic and always passionate words about the world and its events gave him a huge following among Audacity Magazine readers.

Some people felt his anger at the world was his way of dealing with his Muscular Dystrophy. That could be a plausible explanation but it didn’t take away from his ability to find facts to support his views.

He had enough hurt in his own life, not only living with Muscular Dystrophy but losing his older brother to the same disease.

If we learn anything from Erich, it is that life is not fair but that doesn’t mean we have to sit there and take it. We can use our voice, our words, and our mind to share our views, stimulate conversation and make a change.

It’s difficult for me to have to write an article about another Audacity family member leaving us due to Muscular Dystrophy. We can only hope that one day, all that money that is being spent in science to find a cure will not be in vain.

We will miss you, Erich.

May you give them hell wherever you are!!!

Much love to you!!

Please look in our archive issues to read Erich’s work!

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