Brother Rock, Here is how it started for me. Even though I'm 54 now I have always been an athlete. While I was playing center field and went to catch a pop fly I fell right on my face. Well I just got up brushed off and blamed it on the terrain of the field. My next up to bat I bounced the ball off of the fence, which would of ordinarily been an infield homerun or at the least a triple, and I barely made it to first base. My symptoms prior to that were so suddle I never even knew they were there. I was first told by the docs that I had one of three. Hereditary Spastic Paraparis (HSP), PLS, or ALS. I was dumbfounded; I was a Medic and had never heard of HSP or PLS. So I chose HSP since it only effects you from waist down. It was not until I started haven trouble swallowing, and talking that the docs changed my diag. to PLS. It’s like everyone is saying PLS is so rare no one really knows. I have also been to the Cleveland Clinic and just returned from the Mayo Clinic. and sure enough I have PLS. It’s not the end, it’s the beginning of a life with challenges, but with challenges comes strength. I have had PLS for over 4 years, and have completely restored a 72 Chevelle SS 454 and have played the role of Mother Ginger in the Nutcracker play (something I would have never done prior to the PLS), and have already secured my spot for this years play. Be strong my brother and enjoy every day you can look down at the grass.