I am writing this for a friend.

My old college roommate and I have remained friends despite distance and all other things that  happen in life.

He knew about my MS early and would occasionally ask about condition.  I was fine with just a diagnosis. Avonex and yada that old friends discuss.

I told him of decline and applying for disability.

"That stinks.  Sorry you are worse," was all he said.

Then two weeks later I got a package from him.  Heavy, but a package.

A used and bruised mac laptop.

Took me while to transition, but I fell in love with it and made it my companion.

In December, the mac died.  He gave me a time macheen to do backups and I did it.  He does networking for clients and other computer stuff.

I mailed the old mac back to him and it could not be repaired (video card).  he sent me my data  and I just forgot about it, giving thanks and appreciation for time I had with the computer.

Weeks passed and he offered me another computer, but i had to pay for it (discounted).   Money is tight so I passed.

Weeks later we cut a deal.

And the new computer arrived, loaded with my old stuff.

MS has taken some strength  from me.  The new computer is newer (less than a year old), smaller and lighter.

Perfect.

Keep old friends.  You never know what you will do for each other later.

I have thanked him repeatedly.

Power to the people.

Power to the cure.