Born with Muscular Dystrophy, my Uncle Doug was a stellar case study in using what he had to accomplish more than people thought he could. He did as much as possible on his own, stopping at the point of his physical abilities. In an era when "people of his kind" spent their lives in special homes, he was a writer, an artist, and college student at the University of Minnesota. Even catherine act of starting a simple study in his apartment led his caregiver to turning his life over to Christ; that man went on to become a dynamic pastor in the Midwest. Doug died in 1970 when his body could no longer handle his disease. He surprised us, inspired us, and showed us all that giving up on yourself is a load of crap. I miss him every single day.
Don't normally post this but please contribute if you can ❤http://event.alsraisinghope.org/hope/participantpage.asp?fundid=1848&uid=3653&role=1 's .
4 years ago today my brother went on to a better place and not a day goes by I don't think about him. fuck I miss him
Bought and gave 8 firefighters drinks from In N Out on Carmenita and Telegraph for their hard work and gave money for Muscular Dystrophy disease! Thank you firefighters for Pass the Boot! (:
If you see these goons out on the streets please donate some spare change or a few loose dollars, help out the kids with muscular dystrophy and support a good cause 😇
And this is how I bribe my kid to wear his ankle braces. After they sat on top of a present for a week in plain sight, he was asking to wear them! :) This is the second round present.
Me and my baby brother "Blake Tarlton" he passed away last year at the age of 15. I miss him so much, I'm not sad, I'm more envious because I know he's in a better place than I am. Anywhere is better than here.
9 weeks worth of absolute dedication. I am still skinny but compared to my pre workout self it's night and day @alaw93 @deej_champ @codygavins