Life is constantly changing and constantly moving.
The one thing you can't do is say, I'll have my life just as it is right now. Just about the time you say that, 'cuz you're feeling confident, life tosses you a curve ball.
It could be something great and wonderfully unexpected. And to think…you wanted to have your life as it was. Good thing you couldn't stop this great thing from happening.
But just as we can say, Why not me to win the prize or be the hero…so we can say, Why not me to get hit by the car, lose my job, or contract an incurable disease.
In Lucky Man: a Memoir, Michael J. Fox writes about his comet-like rise to the top of 
show business and his refusal to accept that he has Parkinson's disease. Reading the book you can hear Michael's voice, and you absolutely believe he feels he is a lucky man.
He tells the whole story. It is like being in the same room with him and finding things out as they occur. The reader gets to go along for the ride and understand the whole process: not wanting to admit it to himself, not wanting to tell his wife Tracy, and finally, accepting and finding comfort in reality.
Not dealing with things never makes them better. In the end Michael's sense of integrity and ethics won out. When he comes full circle, he realizes he is indeed a lucky man.
"This is one of the most authentic autobiographies you will ever read."
--Tamara Mitchell
From Lucky Man
-- "I woke up to find the message in my left hand. It had me trembling. It wasn't a fax, telegram, memo, or the usual sort of missive bringing disturbing news. In fact, my hand held nothing at all. The trembling was the message…"
-- "If you were to rush into this room right now and announce that you had struck a deal--with God, Allah, Buddha, Christ, Krishna, Bill Gates, whomever--in which the ten years since my diagnosis could be magically taken away, traded in for ten more years as the person I was before--I would, without a moment's hesitation, tell you to take a hike."
-- "I am no longer the person described in the first few pages of this chapter, and I am forever grateful for that. I would never want to go back to that life--a sheltered, narrow existence fueled by fear and made liveable by insulation, isolation, and self-indulgence. It was a life lived in a bubble--but bubbles, being the most fragile constructions, are easily destroyed. All it takes is a little finger."
