The Wound IS The Gift

Becoming Stephen Hawking

Stephen Hawking and I were both born on January 8th and the similarities don’t just end there. My body now has an incurable motor neuron disease similar to what the late Professor Hawking had. It doesn’t bother me a whole lot because I am grateful that I am still alive enough to have yet another potentially fatal disease to go along with my coronary artery disease. Perhaps someday I will need to use a robotic device to speak just like Professor Hawking did. Maybe I will practice now by using a pad and paper to communicate with the hard-of-hearing people who live in my community so that I don’t have to shout at them during meals. The gift of motor neurone disease is that I am speaking less and enjoying it more.

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Becoming D. Keith Maccaddam

When I moved into heaven there was already one asshole here named Dean Arnell and so to avoid confusion I decided to change my name. I decided that using the name D. Keith Maccaddam instead of my legal name of Dean Keith McAdams would be appropriate. So now I am D. Keith Maccaddam and someday soon I may have a body like Stephen Hawking did.

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Laying in Bed, Just Like Stephen Hawking Did

Rest and sleep are my best medicine and so I spend a lot of time laying in bed just like Brian Wilson and Stephen Hawking did. Now that I know I have an incurable neurological disease I can work around it by resting more often. Looking back at my life I can see how I always needed to rest in-between activities. Maybe I have had un-diagnosed motor neuron disease my whole life. Thank God I am now in a luxury independent living campus where everything is provided for. I am in the process of liquidating my beloved 2016 Chrysler Town & Country mini-van. From now on I will either be chauffeured by the home, use public transportation or walk. I no longer want, need or can afford a private automobile because I am becoming Stephen Hawking.

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By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean overeducated himself beyond his social station to end up a retired paralegal in the coastal paradise of West L.A.