Nathan was just 52 when his life changed forever.
One day he noticed a slight tremor in his left hand. Within four years, ALS had locked him in his body.
He could no longer walk, feed himself, or even speak. His hands were twisted into claws. The only way he could communicate was by resting one hand on the other and slowly tapping words on a phone with a single knuckle.
Tap… pause… tap… pause. Letter by letter, agonizingly slow.
The problem wasn’t only the speed. Nathan had so much left to say. Friends he wanted to thank. Relationships to repair. Feelings buried too long. But time was running out.
