Uneasy

I attended a movie (“The Theory Of Everything”) about the life of Steven Hawkins today.  The parallels between his life and mine are quite noticeable and I found myself crying several times during the movie.  I have told many people to pay attention when they cry, that there is something of significance there.  That thought makes me uneasy.  He and I each deal with a progressive, degenerative neurological disorder, though each in different ways.  We were both also told that we would die, some years ago.  He has had a large impact on many people and I have not, at least not yet.  We also differ in that love, healing and God have been an important part of my life, rather than intellect.  I wonder what awaits me.