As with many of us, I was quite fit back in the day. For many years, I sold phones. 📱 I knew how to talk; when I spoke, I could charm the birds out of the trees. My best friend completed an Ironman last year. He then died of a brain tumor two months later—just seven weeks after qualifying as a chartered surveyor. We both sold phones together, and I honestly believe that if we could swap places and he had lived with MS and seen his kids grow up, he would do it in a heartbeat. ❤️ MS is totally freaking shit. I hate it. 😠 “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” – Nelson Mandela 🌟