Michael J. Fox on Staying Positive After Terrible Loss: ‘She’d Never Add Up the Losses’

Michael J. Fox, a beloved actor and philanthropist, faced a life-altering challenge when he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease at 29. Despite initially keeping it a secret, he later became a vocal advocate for Parkinson’s awareness.

He founded the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research in 2000, raising millions for research. His commitment earned him the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2020.

Recently, he shared the passing of his mother, Phyllis, who influenced his optimistic outlook. Fox’s resilience stems from his upbringing in a military family, where adaptability was key.

“If I can find a sliver of gratitude in anything I do or any situation I find myself in,” the actor reflects, “it can completely transform the circumstances and open the door to grace, to the possibility of something truly remarkable occurring. I’m rediscovering that mindset, and it’s a beautiful thing.”

Despite health setbacks, Fox remains optimistic, emphasizing the power of gratitude in transforming situations. His journey with Parkinson’s continues to inspire many.

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