An Open Letter From One Man Living With Multiple Sclerosis
I’m the guy you saw today. I’m part of the community of people you saw today — the ones you had a fleeting thought about. I didn’t see your eyes on me, nor can I read your mind, but I know you were looking, and I’m pretty sure I know what you were thinking. How do I and my compatriots know? You see, we feel much of what you were likely thinking about us — thoughts like:...