Representation, Role, and ALS: Part I – Raising the Right Questions

To have ALS is to lose your voice twice – both literally and figuratively. The disease gradually robs you of the physical ability to speak.  And for most people with ALS, having a voice in ALS advocacy is a luxury they cannot afford.  They are too preoccupied with immediate physical, emotional, family, and financial concerns.

The rapid progression of ALS makes us a challenging group when it comes to patient advocacy (which I am defining in these essays very broadly, from public policy to care service priorities to clinical trial research design).  Most of us just don’t live long enough to be able to play a sustained role. For the most part, we have had to rely on others to speak for us – mainly a combination of patient advocacy specialists, medical professionals, and former caregivers and friends who have made a commitment to fight the disease in honor of a lost loved one. The staff, boards, and volunteer groups of virtually all of our ALS organizations are heavily populated with this combination of activists.  They are very committed and generally do a fantastic job, and we are very grateful.

But can people with ALS play a more prominent role? Should we? And if so, what kind of role is appropriate or even essential, and what roles are inadvisable? How can we best make ALS advocacy patient-centered and patient-led when our post-diagnosis life expectancy is generally so short? What is the most effective strategy under these circumstances?

This is an especially salient set of questions given the growing movement for patient centric healthcare and patient empowerment at all levels, including in the ALS community, where patient-centrism is now routinely invoked as a core value for clinical trials, advocacy, care services, and data collection .

I understand that patient-centrism doesn’t necessarily entail direct involvement of patients in the process – sometimes it can mean simply prioritizing patient needs and rights – but more and more of its current usage implies a direct role for patients.

I have been struggling with these questions over the past several months, trying to figure out what patient-centrism means in the ALS context, how and where people with ALS can bring a differentiating strength to policy conversations, and where we can’t.  I worry that the concept of patient-centrism in the ALS context risks becoming a fashionable but empty buzzword, or merely another box to be checked by organizations. It is easy for us to throw around expressions like “patient-led,” “patient empowerment,” and “nothing about us without us.” But what does that mean in practice?

People with ALS (pALS) can and do play an impactful advocacy role, of course. Indeed, we have been blessed with some exceptional spokespersons over the years, starting with Lou Gehrig himself.  We have some extraordinary pALs leading advocacy efforts today, as well as many other pALS playing quiet, behind-the-scenes roles on committees and working groups, while others contribute via social media.  But our roles are usually brief. We command public attention in media stories, fundraisers, and congressional hearings, until the disease runs its course.  Another group of people with ALS steps up to play the role, and then another, and another.  With the exception of a lucky few whose disease progression was or is very slow, we are shooting stars, and we know it. 

We were all reminded of this reality with the release of an October 2019 statement by the ALS Association’s Patient and Caregiver Advocacy Group, in response to the release of the FDA’s ALS Guidance for Industry. That statement was prefaced by the observation that, of the 19 PALS who were first assembled as part of the advisory group in 2015, 9 had since passed away. Almost half of the pALS who joined the preliminary conversation on the FDA Guidelines died before they could see the Guidelines released. The hard reality is this — a typical cycle for passage of a single law, or completion of a clinical trial, is the rest of a lifetime for most of us with ALS. The clock runs much faster for us than it does for our healthy friends and colleagues.

But getting to the table and then living long enough to play a sustained role is only part of the battle. Even when people with ALS are at the forefront of advocacy efforts, that does not necessarily translate into “voice” for other pALS. We may or may not be representative of the wider community of people with ALS. We certainly mustn’t assume that we are.

Who can legitimately represent people with ALS? How can we ensure that we speak for the entire ALS community?   

I am a person living with ALS, but I am also a political scientist by profession, so issues of representation and legitimacy are of special interest to me.  I have grappled with the issue of “who speaks for whom” and “who has the right to represent whom” for over three decades in the very challenging setting of Somalia, where the prolonged collapse of the state from 1991 until recently has elevated the contentious question of representation at every peace conference, every development workshop, and every attempt to form a government.

This series of essays is my reflection on the problem of and prospects for voice, representation, and role in the ALS community. I do not pretend to have all the answers, but hope to at least ask the right questions. If any of this comes across as provocative or upsetting, I apologize, that is not my intent.  My hope is that these questions serve to spark thoughtful discussion.

And it goes without saying that I am hopeful that new therapies will soon be developed to render this entire conversation irrelevant.

Prologue I: Full Disclosure

I have multiple affiliations with ALS support and advocacy groups, which is intentional.  Most of my engagement is through the ALS Association, which has generously offered me opportunities to put my energies to use on numerous committees and working groups. I am also a member of the I AM ALS group, which describes itself as a “patient centered, patient led” organization. I am a newly certified NEALS Clinical Research Learning Institute “ALS Research Ambassador” which is dedicated to empowering people with ALS to be advocates for ALS clinical research and increasing “patient centric trial designs.”  I attend an ALS clinic supported by the Muscular Dystrophy Association. I have provided material for the Joe Martin ALS Foundation website and have benefited from direct support from the group.  I am active on numerous on-line ALS support group forums. I participate in numerous research projects with groups such as the ALS Therapy Development Institute.  I participate in and will play an advisory role in the group PatientsLikeMe, which was established to “transform healthcare by putting patients back at the center of the system.”

All that to say that I am ecumenical when it comes to institutional affiliation, and generally sympathetic to the concept of patient-centric approaches.

But what I’m most interested in, to the exclusion of almost everything else, is EFFECTIVENESS. What we need is discovery of therapies to slow, halt, reverse, and cure the disease. In the meantime, we also need to provide the most effective care and support to people with ALS and their caregivers that we can muster. And we need passage of legislation and development of policies that help to advance both quality of care and pursuit of a cure.  How that gets done, who does it, who gets credit for it, and what role people with ALS play, is really of little importance.  Empowering people with ALS to play a more prominent role in ALS advocacy work is only worth pursuing if it improves our collective ability to reach these goals.  If it doesn’t, we’re wasting our time,  or worse, getting in the way.

That makes it all the more imperative to calibrate our capacities with our roles for maximum effect.

Prologue II: The ALS Advocacy Landscape

Before jumping into specific challenges of representation, voice, and role in the ALS community, it’s worth doing a quick survey of the context of ALS advocacy. Old-timers to the ALS scene will learn nothing new here (though some will disagree with my assessment), but those of you new to the ALS scene may benefit.

The ALS activist community struggles with lots of issues, several of which are of special relevance for the challenge of representation: fragmentation and contested leadership, desperation, and lack of voice. All contribute to a fundamental problem of representation – namely, that all of our representative groups are self-appointed.

Fragmentation and Contested Representation. For a “rare” disease, we have a shocking number of foundations and advocacy and care service groups. Each organization makes claims about how what they do is unique and better than anyone else. They compete for donations and reputation and good press.  Some have staying power. Others don’t last – a quick forensic search of the internet reveals plenty of old, inactive non-profits and foundations set up years ago by or in the name of a person with ALS, as well as movements that flared up and petered out.

For their part, the people with ALS who choose to engage in awareness campaigns and policy advocacy – a very small percentage of the overall patient population — tend to cluster in their own groups, based on their views on therapy access, understanding of methodologies in medical research, attitudes toward the FDA and the ALS Association, institutional affiliations, personal friendships, ideology, and other factors.  If, like me, you prefer broad coalitions and have an aversion to in-group and out-group dynamics, this does not leave many attractive options. This crowded ALS playing field has reproduced the same kinds of unfortunate levels of factionalism and distrust that exist in many other patient advocacy communities (I just finished a book on The Politics of Autism and it served as a reminder of how factionalized patient advocacy groups can be).

There is nothing wrong with having multiple groups with different perspectives working on a policy issue – in fact, healthy competition and a wide marketplace for new ideas is essential.  But too much of it becomes a problem. It makes unity of effort much more difficult, it confuses and turns off potential supporters, it produces redundant initiatives, it bewilders newly diagnosed pALS,  and it increases the amount of funds spent on administrators and overhead, as each organization typically has to have its own corps of paid staff.

The good news is that there are ways to manage fragmentation better. More on that later.

This fragmentation of the ALS community also exacerbates problems of representation, by multiplying the number of organizations, movements,  and individuals claiming to speak for us.  The biggest, the ones who have the time and inclination to dominate social media, and the ones with the best social and political network tend to get the most attention. Some are great, some are ok, others may be cause for concern. But all of them are self-appointed. I do not recall voting for any of them, and I do not accept at face value their claims to represent me, even when I find myself in agreement with them. The burden of proof is on those of us claiming to represent others.  I will come back to this challenge later. Happily, this too is a solvable problem.

Desperation.  The fast progression of ALS, the lack of a cure, and promises that therapies may be “just around the corner” breed a lot of anxietyamong pALS, for totally understandable reasons.  We are, as a group, “patients who have lost our patience.”  Some pALS lash out at the very organizations that are, whether we like it or not, our best hope – the ALS advocacy and service groups, the funders of research, the fundraisers, the researchers, and the FDA, the government agency responsible for protecting consumers against ineffective or dangerous drugs. 

The current climate of political populism in the US and globally has made this kind of visceral distrust of institutions and expertise very attractive both to elements on the right and the left of the political spectrum.   And it makes agreement on legitimate representation all the more difficult.

My experience with the ALS advocacy, service, and research organizations that I have had the chance to interact with has convinced me that this anger is misdirected.  The people I have worked with in ALS groups and the researchers I have met have been uniformly hard working and committed to the cause. The expertise of the paid staff of these groups is invaluable and hard fought. Most of these organizations operate mainly with volunteer labor on their boards, committees, and fund-raisers. They make considerable sacrifices for us, and are not in it for the money. Whether one agrees or disagrees with each policy decision they have made over the years must not obscure the fact that we need them. We cannot defeat ALS without them.

Even so, some pALS question their role as representatives of the ALS community, as is their right.

Lack of Voice. Some people with ALS chafe at having to rely on others to represent them. It doesn’t matter that those advocates are well-intentioned, expert in their field, and committed. It can be hard to have to rely on others to speak on our behalf, and frustrating when it feels like they aren’t listening, playing out old rivalries and grudges at our expense, or assuming that we are too uninformed or emotional to play a constructive role. Frustration with this lack of direct voice is one of the drivers that periodically gives birth to patient-led advocacy movements.

So, whether we’re a person with ALS, a former caregiver, a professional advocate, or a medical researcher, when it comes to speaking on behalf of people with ALS, we’re all self-appointed. That’s just one more part of the ALS landscape we can’t change.  The good news is that this is a manageable problem, and something I’d like to explore in subsequent essays

The next essay deals with the challenge of representation and exclusion in the pALS community.

Health update, late October 2019

I’ve gotten a number of inquiries from friends asking how I’m doing, so I thought I should share a quick update.

I just had a quarterly consultation with my ALS clinic this week, and it’s again mostly good news. My vitals, my breathing, and my core and upper body strength are all great. My right leg is maintaining its strength. The setback I had starting in summer — a much weakened left foot — remains a problem, but does not appear to have gotten worse since the summer. So, I’m a bit slower and more wobbly on my feet than 6 months ago, but otherwise stable.

I’m still doing most of what I want to do. I can still walk 1-2 miles at a time, and recently played a couple of rounds of golf at the beach without trouble (in fact, Tom Kazee and I tied for first in that member-guest golf tournament, earning each of us gift cards for redemption at the Caledonia golf pro shop, so I got some nice Caledonia golf swag! Thank God for high handicaps). I also traveled all the way to Kenya for a workshop and managed the airports fine. I went to a Clemson game with brother Pete, and visited my sister Susan for her birthday in CT and did one mile of the local Walk to Defeat ALS with her, our parents, and some of Susan’s friends. My family and I are planning a big “bucket list” trip this winter to tour the Grand Canyon and southern Utah, which I’ve always wanted to see.

Realistically, this is about the slowest disease progression I could hope for. With each passing month I have more hope that I will be a true “slow progression” case. Time will tell.

I am now using a cane, just as a precaution against falling, and have been fitted for foot braces (AFOs) and will start to use those to reduce the risk of tripping because of foot drop. So far, no falls, but I definitely notice that I’m working harder to maintain my balance, a bit like one feels on a ship at sea.

Getting to work each morning got a lot easier thanks to my brother Pete and sister in law Stephanie, who loaned me their golf cart, which is fitted out with everything to drive legally on streets with speed limits 25MPH or less. That allows me to park right up against my classroom building at Davidson College and has been a godsend.

Karin and I are doing some early planning to get ahead of the curve for when the time comes that we need to make bigger adjustments to my declining mobility.

Meanwhile, I continue to teach full-time at the college. I’m staying very engaged in ALS advocacy work with the ALS Association and am starting to feel a bit better informed and better-positioned to start to weigh in on a variety of ALS policy matters. Karin and I traveled to an ALS training workshop in Florida in October and I have committed to serving as an “ALS research ambassador” for the group (Northeast ALS Consortium) that generously provided the training. I’ll be posting a series of essays on the challenges of ALS advocacy on this blog soon. Stay tuned!

And, as always, thanks for asking how I’m doing.

Lifetime risk, 1 in 300

In the world of ALS advocacy, there is no shortage of really difficult, even intractable issues. But sometimes you spot some low-hanging fruit, offering the promise of a quick and easy win, and you wonder why we haven’t jumped on the opportunity.

A case in point: We all share the goal of making the public more aware of, and more concerned about, ALS.

We could dramatically improve the impact of public awareness campaigns if we used different, more impactful metrics to describe how common the disease is.

For some reason, the websites of almost every ALS advocacy group in the US use two perfectly accurate but very easily misunderstood epidemiology yardsticks to depict one’s odds of getting ALS. One is incidence rates, or the number of new cases per year, which is 2 in 100,000. The other is prevalence, or total number of people living with ALS. Depending on who is doing this estimation, the prevalence is described as between 15,000 to 30,000 people living with ALS in the US.

Both of these are correct, but make the disease sound really, really rare. But that’s only because the general public isn’t familiar with how to interpret this kind of statistic. The 2 in 100,000 figure is one’s risk of being diagnosed with ALS each year. If the average age of an American is around 80 years, that means one’s odds of dying of ALS are actually a whole lot higher.

A much more impactful statistic would be lifetime risk of being diagnosed with ALS. A colleague in the UK, and a person living with ALS, Lee Millard, reports on a 2006 study in the Journal of Neurology (C. Johnston et al, “ALS in an Urban Setting: A Population Study of Inner City London”) which concluded that the lifetime risk is 1 in 300. One in 300! That is a statistic that has immediate meaning, and packs a powerful punch. A general reader can easily visualize a group of 300 people — it’s the size of typical high school graduating class. If people started envisioning the risk of ALS in the kinds of tangible terms that lifetime risk figures deliver, it would, I believe, raise awareness much more effectively.

In the UK, the flagship ALS group, the Motor Neuron Disease Association, has embraced the lifetime risk statistic of 1 in 300 in its fact-sheet about the disease.

Why aren’t we doing the same in the US?

I understand that some people dispute whether 1 in 300 is accurate, and they may insist on a higher figure. It doesn’t matter. Whether 1 in 300, 1 in 500, or whatever figure the data support, lifetime risk is simply a more powerful way of conveying to the public how much more common the disease is. And it solves the puzzle of how such a seemingly rare disease can be everywhere around us; how almost everyone knows one or several people who have died of ALS.

Mobility matters

Thanks to my brother Pete and sister-in-law Stephanie, I am scooting back and forth to work in a golf cart

I can still walk the half mile to my office at Davidson College (for that matter, I can still walk 2-3 miles at a go if I have to), but I’m preparing for a time when that starts to get hard or impossible. The solution? My brother Pete and sister-in-law Stephanie own a golf cart that they have used to move around their neighborhood. It actually qualifies as an electric car — it can reach 25 mph or more and has all the essential features of a car, from lights and turn signals to side view mirror and seat belts. It’s got a SC license tag and registration and is insured. They offered to let me borrow the cart to get to work and back so I can pull right up to my building and, when the time comes, carry a foldable walker in the cart. After checking with the college public safety office and the town police, it’s all legal and approved, so now I have a new and very, very convenient way to get to work each day. There is a cut-through path from our road to the college parking lot that I use to avoid traffic altogether. Thank you Pete and Stephanie! Next step is to decorate my new ride with some Davidson, Xavier, and Clemson pennants, and a “Defeat ALS” bumper sticker…. I’m also trying out a leg brace to help with foot drop. It helps a lot, I can walk with a better pace and gait, and worry less about tripping up. Mobility is a precious commodity….

Thank you, Cincinnati kin

family and friends gathered for the Walk to Defeat ALS in Cincinnati today

It was great to see this photo of family and friends in Cincinnati gathering for the Walk to Defeat ALS today. They raised over $4,000 for the “Ken’s Caucus” fundraising team. Special thanks to cousins Angie Menkhaus and Phil Menkhaus for organizing this. It means a lot to me. Thanks everyone!!

Living a Good Life, Fighting a Good Fight

By chance, I learned two weeks ago that a classmate of mine from Xavier University passed away of ALS in 2015. We didn’t know each other especially well, but we ran in some overlapping social circles. I remember him as a thoughtful, smart, slightly eccentric, very amiable guy. His surviving spouse, also an old friend of mine, shared with me a link to the blog he kept during the one year he had between diagnosis to death. ALS took him quickly.

I read his blog in reverence.  My old classmate, in rapidly declining health, used his last year to celebrate life, contemplate philosophy, literature and religion, write and share haikus, visit with good friends and family, enjoy a glass of wine with his wife, find humor and subtle symbolism in his failing body, and approach impending death with grace and equanimity. I recognized how our immersion at Xavier in philosophy and theology – thank you , Jesuits – better equipped him to address suffering and dying, and, like the Stoics, be better for it.  I’m sure there were plenty of terrible moments of struggle, anguish and pain, and he let on that that was part of his life as well, but that was not the part that defined him.  What defined him was his humanity and his broad spirituality.  His blog was a huge gift to me, a reminder that I can aspire to meet death and dying with the same grace that he did; that confronting one’s mortality can make you a better person.  

The question I am wrestling with is this: how can I simultaneously fight for life and live life well? Can I aspire to the same kind of centeredness and peace that my classmate achieved while also jumping into the contentious, even toxic world of ALS policy advocacy without making myself miserable and potentially wrecking the time I have left?  Many (not all, thankfully) of the people with ALS engaged in trying to fight for policies and research funding to improve their chances of surviving the disease seem so bitter, angry, and unhappy.  It’s demoralizing, and not who I want to become.

For now, my conclusion (subject to change): I’m going to try  to find a role in the ALS advocacy world where I can be of service, if not for me then for the next generation of people with ALS. But I will not let that policy engagement destroy my aspirations to celebrate life, enjoy love of friends and family, and find a measure of the peace that my classmate achieved.

Health update, late August 2019

It’s been roughly three months since I shared my ALS diagnosis publicly and posted an encouraging update on my condition. Some friends have asked for an update. Here is the latest.

The short version, and the good news, is I continue to be generally stable. I can still walk 2-3 miles at a clip, and muscle weakness remains confined to my legs.

The longer version is a bit more complicated and puzzling. Over the summer, I noticed a deterioration in my gait. It was harder to walk, I slowed, and muscles in my thigh and quads were sore. I never fell, but I felt less stable on my feet. Eventually I realized that the problem was mainly my left foot and ankle, which had become a lot weaker in a short period of time. I was having to use other leg muscles to compensate.

But at the same time, my right foot and leg — which was where the trouble first started — continue to grow stronger. The result is that I now have a right leg that feels more reliable than the left leg, a reverse of the past two and a half years. The motion sensors I wear as part of a medical project to gauge velocity and strength in my limbs have produced data that supports this observation.

There are several possible explanations, all of which are long and boring, so I’ll spare you. My hope is that the same trajectory which my right leg is taking — weakening and then re-strengthening — is what will happen to the left leg, and that the new drug for ALS I am taking (Radicava) is responsible for the re-strengthening. Time will tell.

Meanwhile, I’ve bought a walking cane, mainly as a precaution, and I’ll soon start wearing a foot brace that wraps around my calf and slides inside my shoe to help with the left foot drop. When I tried the brace on at the clinic last week it made a huge difference in my ability to walk with a better, steadier gait. That will be very liberating.

Undercurrents

All the fragmentation and divisiveness in the ALS advocacy community can be discouraging. But the past few days have also reminded me that just beneath the choppy and roiling surface are deep currents of cooperation, coordination, and commitment to unity of purpose. At the operational level, where it matters most, the community is doing a much better job of working together.

First was the news that three ALS non-profit research funders – ALS Finding a Cure, the ALS Association (ALSA), and the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA) – announced a joint $2.5 million grant to support a promising multi-year ALS clinical trial. That is a great example of combined efforts to fund research, which will yield greater efficiencies and scale.

Next, I traveled to my local ALS support group in Charlotte yesterday, and there was very pleased to hear how the three main ALS service providers in the area – ALSA, MDA, and the Joe Martin ALS Foundation – routinely work together to combine resources in support of people with ALS and their families.

Finally, this afternoon I joined a conference call for a task force assembled by ALSA to help conceive and execute an important project. I was blown away by the number of people willing to volunteer significant time to this project despite having full time jobs. Many to most on the task force are people who have lost a loved one to ALS and who are giving their time and expertise to help strengthen organizations like ALSA dedicated to finding a cure. Those of us with ALS don’t thank nearly often enough those many volunteers, who really make these organizations work.   

Local story on ALS’s impact in the town of Davidson, NC

There’s a whole raft of illnesses and conditions that fall in the category of “rare diseases.” ALS is one of them. The “prevalence rate” for ALS – the percentage of a population with the disease at a given moment in time – is 5.2 per 100,000.   Because the disease typically progresses so rapidly, and because confirmed diagnosis can take a very long time,  only about 17,000-20,000 Americans  are actually diagnosed with the disease at any given moment.  That doesn’t sound like much out of a population of 330 million.

But when you reframe it, to focus on the proportion of the population that will die of ALS, the disease sounds a lot less rare.  Roughly one in 600 people die of ALS. To help you visualize this, that’s about one kid in every graduation ceremony at a large public high school. By coincidence, at any given point in time, researchers claim that the average American knows about 600 people.  So most Americans personally know or have known at least one person with ALS, more if they have lived longer and/or have a wider social network.  If you expand this to the number of people each of us knows who have been impacted by ALS (such as relatives of the person with ALS) our contact with ALS shoots up dramatically. It goes from being rare to being a scar in every community.

The small town of Davidson NC, where I live, is living testimony to this.  This story from our local web-based news site, News of Davidson, is a reminder of just how many people’s lives are affected by ALS. Six of us who live or lived in Davidson and who have ALS are featured in the story, but there are a number of other people living with ALS, from the past and present, with ties to Davidson or Davidson College.

Charlie Slagle, in Memoriam

A good friend, Charlie Slagle, passed away suddenly on July  2, and yesterday a memorial celebrating  his extraordinary life was held in Davidson NC.

Charlie was a founding member of the “gonzo golf group” I have had the privilege of playing with in an annual golf trip each summer. We had just been together on the 2019 golf trip two weeks before his death. Charlie was in fantastic shape, which made his sudden death even more of a shock.

Charlie was a legend, a bigger-than-life personality, and made a huge mark everywhere he went, including during his long tenure as men’s soccer coach at Davidson College, where he coached our team all the way to the NCAA-I  final four in 1992. I was in awe of Charlie from the moment I stepped on campus in 1991. He had unbelievable energy, always had a dozen balls in the air, was incredibly and invariably extroverted, and could make friends with an inanimate object. On our golf trips he chatted everyone up – wait staff, the starter on the course, everyone. The conversation was always the same: “so where you from?” Then, “what high school?” And with that meager amount of information, Charlie drew on his extensive recruiting experience and networking across the country, plus his prodigious memory for faces and names, to name someone – a famous athlete, a coach, a principal – from that school, to make a connection with his new acquaintance. There was no such thing as six degrees of separation with Charlie – he could always find a connection with a stranger within 1 or 2 degrees of separation. And he did this with such genuine enthusiasm and interest that it always disarmed the stranger who was about to discover they knew a person in common.

For me, Charlie was the older brother I never had (I’m the oldest in my family), constantly needling me, and setting up golf competitions within a round that I invariably lost. He gleefully mocked whatever I ordered for lunch, so much so that “Cobb salad” is now considered my middle name in the golf group. He never called me by my actual name. I was “the Minkster.” He had either a nickname or a special way of saying everyone’s name in the group. His swing was just terrible, a hunched over, choppy uber slice that left a divot that defied the laws of physics. But his shot always found the fairway, and his scores were always way better than they any right to be. Nobody could scramble like Charlie. The last round I played with him he played one of the best rounds he’d had in years, and I was glad I got to share the moment with him.

When Charlie learned I had ALS this spring, he decided to dedicate a thousand mile walk he was training for to raise money in my name for ALS research.  That gesture meant a lot to me. It was so Charlie Slagle – always a big new project, a big plan, and always looking out for others. I’m sorry he never got to complete that walk, but I’m trying to think of a way to enlist a few hundred friends of his to do a surrogate walk in his name that will total 1,000 miles between all of us.  It won’t be hard to find a few hundred friends of Charlie Slagle.

Rest in peace, Charlie, we lost you way too soon, and we will miss you.

  

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