When I was in high school, three other guys and myself were all but inseparable during our free time. Most of our friends (and teachers) called us the Rat Pack. We spent a lot of time together from when we were in 9th grade through our senior year. After graduation, it was like most other high school relationships, we kind of drifted apart.
Today, I received a call from one of the former members of the 'pack' and I was actually surprised to hear from him, so I figured something may be up. He has been living in Tennessee for a good many years and I really haven't seen him probably in 20 years, at least. Anyway, he floored me when he told me that the leader of the 'pack' has been diagnosed with ALS. The caller told me that at this time he was having trouble with his breathing.
I also have learned that his wife and him are going to be moving to Massachusetts, so that they can be close to his parents. His dad is a doctor and at one time was a Professor at Harvard, so I am sure that he will be in good hands.
I made the suggestion that the other three of us should get together and visit him. The fellow that called me offered to put the visit together by getting the other two guys to agree and then for us to pick a date. I don't know what his prognosis is at this time, but I have heard that a person can live with this disease for quite some time. I will have to study up on it.
It was just a shock that I still haven't gotten over. I really feel bad about this.
Today, I received a call from one of the former members of the 'pack' and I was actually surprised to hear from him, so I figured something may be up. He has been living in Tennessee for a good many years and I really haven't seen him probably in 20 years, at least. Anyway, he floored me when he told me that the leader of the 'pack' has been diagnosed with ALS. The caller told me that at this time he was having trouble with his breathing.
I also have learned that his wife and him are going to be moving to Massachusetts, so that they can be close to his parents. His dad is a doctor and at one time was a Professor at Harvard, so I am sure that he will be in good hands.
I made the suggestion that the other three of us should get together and visit him. The fellow that called me offered to put the visit together by getting the other two guys to agree and then for us to pick a date. I don't know what his prognosis is at this time, but I have heard that a person can live with this disease for quite some time. I will have to study up on it.
It was just a shock that I still haven't gotten over. I really feel bad about this.