Today in my mom’s Parkinson’s exercise class, there were two new college students who will be working with them. They introduced themselves and asked the participants to do the same. Some talked about what they “used” to do. There were teachers, organization volunteers, and one who loved doing ballroom dancing. It was difficult to imagine since they now struggle just to move, speak, and smile. But they also talked about how much they loved coming to the class. They enjoyed not just the much needed exercise, but they appreciated the community they found in one another. Listening to them speak helped me to remember not to judge and to see the value in each person.

I Found God today in the courage of the Parkinson’s people.