Welcome to Kind World, I'm Erica Lance.

44-year-old Bob Charland of Springfield, Massachusetts

never had much free time.

Autom mechanic by day, bouncer by night, single dad all the time. He was still the kind of

guy who became a leader for his daughter's Girl Scout troop, who learned sign language

so he could teach an automotive class to deaf students.

He was always going.

Then, about eight months ago, he noticed something was off.

My right hand was shaking all the time.

My speech was going off. I was forgetting more and more.

He thought it might have something to do with the concussions he'd gotten as a bouncer.

Like the time a guy he kicked out of the bar, hit him in the head with a baseball bat.

There was another time I left the bar where I got jumped by a couple of guys outside and they left the

pair of pliers in my head. Doctors had been keeping an eye on his brain for a while

and could see excessive brain atrophy.

But now, Bob says, they told him he probably

had a degenerative brain disease, possibly chronic traumatic

encephalopathy or CTE. My brain looks like it's somebody in his 80s

and almost 90 years old and the reality is once the brain dies, the body dies.

Doctors didn't know how long he had to live,

but the diagnosis set him in motion.

I don't even think I was fully out the door

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