I live for my volunteer work, giving a little hope to people with ALS
In 2002, after being together for over 25 years, we had just started to enjoy life. One day, my wife, who shared my interest in hobbies like golf, hiking, and walking, told me nonchalantly that her right hand felt “funny.”
A few weeks later, we were devastated to learn that she had ALS, a mentally and physically cruel disease.
It took three years before she succumbed.
After her death, I wanted to support the cause in some way—not go overboard, but simply do whatever I could. Now, I live for my volunteer work, giving a little hope to people with ALS.
Congratulations to the entire team, and thank you to all the volunteers.
P.S. Today, I’m in a relationship with a wonderful woman, who also donates her time to support the cause.