Letter from Greg Johnson

Some five years or so ago, I sat down with Gary in the Science Center Greenhouse where he told me he had just left a doctor who had explained to him that he would need a transplant rather immediately.  

About a year ago, I was lying on my back at a gym in Fresh Pond doing situps when I looked up at the nearby treadmill, to see Gary towering above and running along.  I asked him how the operation had gone.  He said he hadn't had it; had just decided to perform normally; and that he seemed to be doing well. I asked him if the experience hadn't refocused his conception of life.  "No Greg," he replied. "I haven't changed my patterns at all because I couldn't imagine a better way of living." 

I will take that inspiration to my last day.
 

Greg Johnson
 
 

 

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