The other day our son Don and his wonderful, rowdy family dropped in for a visit. As usual in that branch of the family everyone was happily jabbering at the same time, and to my dismay the Parkinson tremors started in both of my hands. Even though I'd taken my dopamine tablets my tremors got worse and I clasped my hands together trying to control them.
Shelby, Don and Diana's seven year old daughter was playing with our dog Squeak when she saw my shaking hands. She walked over to me and gently laid her hand on top of mine.
The tremors stopped.
She looked up at me and smiled, then went back to playing with Squeak.
It seems that a grand daughter's touch can easily outdo modern medicine.
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