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The
cars
careened
around
my
car
as
people
shouted
at
the
top
of
their
lungs.
Yikes!
What
should
I to
do.
There
was
no
warning
on
anything
wrong.
I
thought
there
was
enough
gas.
With
hope
and
a
prayer,
I
cranked
the
car
motor
over
and
over
and
over
again,
desperate
to
get
it
running.
Nothing
happened.
Other
drivers
got
more
angry
and
hostile.
The
high
heat
and
humidity
was
taking
its
toll
on
everyone,
especially
me.
The
heat
was
unbearable
in
the
car.
The
air
conditioning
definitely
needed
charging
before
I
left
for
San
Diego.
It
seems
the
Freon
had
leaked
out
while
the
car
was
sitting
for
a
month
when
we
were
in
San
Diego.
With
one
last
prayer,
I
turned
the
key
in
the
ignition.
Suddenly,
the
engine
turned
over
and
started.
"Hallelujah!
Thank
the
Lord!,"
I
yelled.
Quickly,
I
drove
the
car
to
the
gas
station
on
the
corner
and
filled
the
gas
tank.
I
assumed
the
car
ran
out
of
gas.
I
was
relieved
it
was
something
so
simple.
Little
did
I
know
this
was
only
a
premonition
of
the
car
trials
and
tribulations
yet
to
come.
After
an
hour
drive
to
the
Rockwall
Verizon
store,
no
problems
appeared,
providing
a
false
sense
of
peace.
Stopping
in
the
middle
of
traffic
was
only
a
fluke,
or
at
least
I
hoped
so.
It
took
about
an
hour
to
return
to
the
apartment.
I
arrived
just
in
time
to
meet
Jason
and
his
two
beautiful
daughters,
Hannah
and
Lauren.
They
were
thrilled
to
get
a
months
supply
of
food
for
free.
Also,
Jason
asked
if
he
could
use
some
of
the
furniture
until
we
returned
to
Dallas.
No
problem.
For
all
of
you
other
grandparents
out
there,
you
can
relate
to
heart-ripping
choice
between
helping
your
parents
and
staying
with
the
grandkids.
In a
fictitious
world,
the
entire
family
would
be
living
within
a
short
distance.
But,
in
the
mobile
world
of
today,
family
members
are
scattered
across
the
planet.
The
hard
choice
between
living
near
aged
parents
and
young
children
is
one
of
the
most
difficult.
Young
children,
especially
at
the
ages
5
and
7
are
so
precious.
They
will
be
alive
long
after
we
pass
from
this
earth.
Kids
are
so
encouraging,
giving,
loving
and
entertaining.
They
add
tremendous
joy
to
everyday
life,
especially
if
they
are
your
grandkids.
You
can
have
fun
with
them
until
you
get
tired
or
bored.
You
never
know
what
will
pop
out
of
their
sweet
little
mouths.
Just
attending
their
sporting
and
cheerleading
events
is a
thrill
as
the
struggle
to
assert
their
own
personalities.
They
love
and
adore
their
grandparents
so
much.
Kids
are
a
chief
source
of
good-feeling
fixes
every
day.
They
make
you
feel
more
special
than
just
about
anyone
on
the
planet.
Plus,
you
have
the
money
and
time
to
enjoy
their
company.
You
can
bribe
them
with
goodies
and
money
to
conform
to
your
wishes.
A
few
quarters
at
this
age
go a
long
way.
Ah!
The
joy
of
using
the
carrot
discipline
technique
rather
than
the
stick
most
of
the
time.
Besides,
isn't
it
fun
to
spoil
them
rotten?
How
enjoyable
is
it
to
have
fun
with
the
grandkids
all
day
and
then
return
them
to
the
parents.
It
is
sort
of
payback
for
all
the
problems
your
children
put
you
through
while
they
were
growing
up.
Tears
streamed
down
my
face
as I
turned
my
head
away.
While
I
was
struggling
with
packing
and
stuffing
food
into
plastic
shopping
bags,
Hannah
and
Lauren
each
came
up
to
me
for
a
farewell
hug.
We
did
not
know
when
we
would
see
each
other
again.
Finally,
all
the
plastic
containers
were
filled
and
with
pure
horror
I
realized
another
thirty
were
needed.
How
in
the
world
had
we
accumulated
so
much
stuff.
I
guess
living
100
yards
from
the
Garland
Goodwill
Store
is a
curse
and
a
blessing.
The
Goodwill
Store
provided
numerous
signs
of
God's
blessing
in
my
life.
Our
finances
were
very
limited
for
a
long
time
after
we
moved
to
Dallas.
It
is
extremely
hard
to
start
all
over
when
you
move
to a
new
city.
Five
years
previously,
when
we
moved
from
San
Diego,
to
help
out
the
Jason
and
Stephanie
and
the
grandkids,
life
was
tough.
All
my
computer
consulting
clients
were
1500
miles
away
in
Coronado,
CA.
The
Goodwill
Store
was
a
place
of
refuge
and
blessings
while
being
trapped
in
HELL.
Oppressive,
blistering
heat
plagued
Dallas
the
first
summer.
With
90
straight
days
of
over
100
degree
temperatures,
high
humidity
and
no
rain,
the
thought
crossed
my
mind
often
that
I
had
moved
from
"San
Diego
paradise
to
Dallas
HELL!"
When
our
financial,
emotional
and
physical
resources
were
stressed
to
the
breaking
point,
the
Goodwill
Store
beckoned
like
a
beacon
of
hope.
Few
people
could
believe
the
phenomenal
deals
I
found
at
the
Goodwill
Store.
The
numerous
opportunities
to
buy
things
I
wanted
for
pennies
on
the
dollar
was
a
real
blessing.
God
provided
for
our
needs
and
some
of
our
wants
in a
miraculous
way.
Now,
all
those
blessings
seemed
like
a
million
little
curses.
They
were
just
useless
items
that
needed
to
be
moved
into
storage
when
I
desperately
wanted
to
drive
to
San
Diego
to
see
my
dad.
Janet
was
going
to
be
furious
with
me.
Trying
to
label
containers
and
pack
Janet's
precious
items
soon
lost
its
appeal.
The
heat
and
humidity
turned
me
into
a
raging
beast
of a
mover
who
only
wanted
to
"GET
DONE!"
My
only
goal
now
was
to
jam
as
much
stuff
as
possible
into
each
container.
I
would
deal
with
Janet's
wrath
later
when
we
unpacked
the
plastic
crates.
The
race
to
finish
before
the
Corey
and
Lamont
showed
up
at
10:30
was
being
lost
one
second
at a
time.
More
plastic
storage
containers
were
needed.
A
quick
trip
to
Home
Depot
ended
with
another
15
containers...all
that
I
could
fit
into
the
car.
Like
a
madman,
I
threw
stuff
into
containers,
headless
of
the
crunching
and
cracking
sounds.
Wow!
It
almost
felt
good
breaking
the
stuff.
Then
I
could
just
make
a
hundred
foot
trip
to
the
dumpster.
But,
thoughts
of
Janet
weighed
heavily
on
my
mind.
I
only
hoped
a
few
of
her
precious
things
would
survive
unbroken.
The
difficulty
of
finding
a
moving
truck
to
rent
at
the
last
moment
was
extreme.
Finally
I
located
one
at
Budget
Truck
Rentals.
Time
was
wasting
and
the
movers
would
arrive
in
less
than
an
hour.
The
race
to
rent
the
truck
and
get
back
to
the
apartment
was
on.
The
truck
was
bigger
than
I
expected.
Only
one
truck
was
available...a
15
footer.
I
had
hoped
for
a
smaller
one
at a
cheaper
price.
There
were
zero
options
so I
filled
out
the
paperwork.
I
had
to
call
my
car
insurance
to
make
sure
they
covered
the
truck.
It
is a
good
idea
to
do
this
in
advance
before
you
move.
Thank
God
for
big
muscles.
Corey
and
Lamont
were
waiting
when
I
pulled
up.
They
were
large
men,
capable
of
loading
an
elephant
if
necessary.
Quickly
they
started
loading
the
packed
storage
containers.
Soon,
I
was
standing
in
the
midst
of
possessions
strewn
around
the
room
while
they
were
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
for
me
to
get
the
new
containers
loaded.
Another
miracle
occurred
when
Corey
volunteered
his
girlfriend
to
come
down
and
load
containers.
She
just
happened
to
be
off
today.
With
her
help,
everything
was
loaded
and
packed
in
the
truck
except
for
the
large
sofa,
kitchen
table,
huge
cherry
wood
dresser
and
queen-sized
bed.
I
had
no
idea
where
the
items
were
packed
that
I
needed
to
take
with
me
to
San
Diego.
I
would
solve
that
problem
later.
The
priority
one
was
to
get
the
stuff
to
storage
and
return
the
truck
before
5
PM.
It
was
now
3 PM
and
ticking.
Another
miracle
happened
regarding
the
furniture.
Corey
offered
to
buy
the
dresser,
sofa,
table
and
chairs.
He
was
borrowing
his
mom's
furniture.
She
was
picking
all
of
it
up
that
weekend.
Corey
desperately
needed
my
big
pieces,
but
did
not
have
any
money.
He
needed
the
$100
moving
fee
to
pay
his
rent.
Was
it
time
to
trust
God,
that
He
wanted
Corey
to
have
my
furniture?
At
this
point,
I
did
not
really
care
about
the
furniture.
My
heart
was
in
San
Diego
with
Janet,
my
mom
and
dad.
I
wrote
out
a
sales
agreement
with
him
paying
me a
minimum
of
$50
a
month
until
the
furniture
was
paid
in
full.
Since
Corey
had
appeared
miraculously
on
my
doorstep
to
help
move,
a
sense
of
peace
came
over
me
as I
realized
this
was
a
part
of
God's
plan.
I
also
gave
him
some
book
shelves
he
wanted
and
other
items
that
would
be
of
value.
With
great
joy,
Corey
and
Lamont
moved
the
all
the
big
items
upstairs,
except
for
the
bed.
Finally,
most
of
the
items
were
packed.
We
jumped
into
the
truck
and
raced
100
yards
to
the
storage.
I
was
anxious
about
getting
the
truck
back
by 5
PM.
As
we
pulled
up
to
the
storage,
we
jumped
out
and
opened
the
steel
rolling
door.
The
interior
was
filled
with
fine
Dallas
dust.
Also,
it
would
be
extremely
difficult
to
offload
the
possessions,
since
the
unit
was
in
the
middle
of a
row
where
the
truck
would
not
fit.
Another
miracle
took
place.
The
storage
manager
gave
us a
10 X
15
unit
right
on
the
main
feeder
street,
a
few
feet
away
from
our
current
location.
In a
matter
of
40
minutes,
the
possessions
found
a
new
home
in a
storage
unit
that
was
now
too
big.
Without
the
sofa,
dresser,
table
and
chairs,
a
third
of
the
space
was
unused.
I
needed
a
smaller
space
that
would
save
about
$30
a
month
in
rent.
Corey
and
Lamont
were
relieved
to
be
finished.
The
boiling
hot
sun,
over
100
degree
temperature
and
high
humidity
had
taken
its
toll.
We
were
all
exhausted,
soaked
to
the
skin
and
dehydrated.
Gratefully,
I
paid
Lamont
and
Corey
the
$100
each
we
had
agreed
upon.
They
were
thrilled
to
be
finished
and
drove
off
in
Lamont's
Chevy
Suburban.
God
inspired
me
to
bless
Corey
and
Lamont
beyond
their
expectations.
While
making
a
trip
to
Home
Depot
for
more
storage
containers
and
Wendy's
for
lunch
for
everyone
in
Lamont's
Chevy
Suburban,
I
noticed
the
fuel
tank
was
on
empty.
God
had
put
it
on
my
heart
to
provide
a
little
extra
reward.
I
filled
his
Suburban
up.
$50
seemed
like
the
right
amount.
Amazingly,
that
was
the
exact
amount
needed
to
fill
the
tank
to
overflowing.
This
was
God's
way
of
blessing
others
who
were
doing
His
will.
Lamont
was
very
active
in
youth
sports
and
transported
lots
of
kids
who
had
no
other
way
of
getting
to
practice
and
games.
The
extra
gas
would
bless
many
of
the
young
people
he
ministered
to.
Now,
the
dreaded
cleaning
of 5
years
of
accumulated
filth
was
about
to
begin.
With
a
six
pack
of
Beck's
dark
beer
to
deaden
the
pain,
the
bathroom
was
the
first
challenge.
How
could
so
much
dirt
and
grit
pile
up
in
such
a
short
time.
The
dust
was
epidemic...everywhere
it
was
piled
high.
As
the
hours
skittered
by,
the
horrible
realization
hit
me
like
a
ton
of
bricks.
There
was
no
way
the
apartment
could
be
cleaned
in
the
time
available.
I
desperately
needed
some
sleep.
The
next
day
would
require
a
massive
second
move
of
the
by
now
hated
possessions
into
a 10
X 10
storage
unit.
Also,
I
would
have
to
go
through
every
container
searching
for
items
that
needed
to
go
to
San
Diego.
Another
miracle
manifested
itself
out
of
thin
air.
Jason
showed
up
to
pick
up a
book
case
he
ask
for.
When
he
realized
the
immensity
of
the
cleaning
job,
he
immediately
volunteered.
He
called
his
friend
Karen
who
cleaned
apartments
for
a
living.
She
agreed
to
come
help,
even
though
it
was
9
PM.
In
short
order
the
cleaning
was
accomplished
when
a
few
hours
before
it
seemed
impossible.
Karen
asked
for
$20-$25
for
her
services.
I
was
so
grateful,
she
received
$30.
Jason
was
happy
to
get
many
more
items
sitting
around
the
apartment.
After
5
hours
sleep,
it
was
time
to
tackle
the
behemoth
moving
job...again!!!
The
storage
manager
just
happened
to
have
an
empty
10 X
10
only
ten
feet
from
the
10 X
15.
What
an
answer
to
prayer!
It
was
still
cool
enough
and
the
sun
was
not
shining
on
the
face
of
the
units.
With
every
ounce
of
strength
the
second
move
began.
My
back
felt
strong.
This
also
was
a
miracle.
After
being
crushed
by
defective
elevator
doors
less
than
a
year
before,
my
back
had
been
killing
me.
Chiropractic
and
rolfing
helped
a
lot
but
did
not
provide
permanent
relief.
Dr.
Linda
Martin,
DO,
in
Conroe
Texas,
had
encouraged
me
to
try
Neurocranial
Restructuring
at
Willis
Healthcare.
Dr.
Martin
had
been
a
friend
for
over
24
years.
She
was
one
of
the
first
doctors
to
buy
and
be
trained
by
me
to
use
the
Electro-Acuscope
and
Myopulse
on
her
pain
patients.
She
was
always
thinking
of
her
patient's
first...always
seeking
any
treatment
that
would
help
them.
When
Dr.
Martin
hired
me
to
create
her
website,
she
suggested
I
experience
all
of
her
new
therapies
first.
Dr.
Martin
knew
I
had
been
suffering
from
chronic
back
pain
for
many
years,
even
before
the
elevator
accident.
She,
along
with
Dr.
Trowbridge,
DO
in
Houston,
had
been
plagued
by
crippling
back
pain
for
a
long
time.
Dr.
Trowbridge
had
even
had
surgery
with
no
relief.
He
was
looking
at
another
surgery
with
fear
and
dread,
knowing
paralysis
could
result
if
the
procedure
was
not
successful.
Dr.
Martin
told
me
that
Neurocranial
Restructuring
kept
her
and
Dr.
Trowbridge
pain
free
and
that
it
could
be
the
answer
I
was
looking
for.
"What
is
Neurocranial
Restructuring,"
I
asked.
This
was
a
new
therapy
developed
by
Dr.
Dean
Howell,
an
ND,
who
had
perfected
the
technique.
It
involves
using
muscle
testing
to
determine
imbalances
in
the
alignment
of
the
bones
in
the
skull,
back
and
pelvis.
Once
the
tests
are
completed
a
trained
doctor
knows
exactly
where
the
source
of
the
problem
resides.
When
Doctor
Linda
Martin
told
me
she
was
going
to
inflate
small
balloons
in
my
sinuses,
my
first
reaction
was
"NO
WAY!"
The
first
time
I
traveled
to
Dr.
Martin's
clinic
in
Conroe
to
take
photos,
shoot
video
and
interview
her,
I
was
impressed
with
her
testimony
about
how
NeuroCranial
Restructuring
(NCR)
had
helped
her
and
Dr.
Trowbridge.
But,
I
was
a
little
leery
of
anyone
messing
with
my
face.
My
nose
was
broken
at
least
6
times
along
with
some
crushing
major
blows
to
my
head
and
face.
Car
wrecks,
surfing
accidents,
flying
objects
had
all
impacted
my
face
and
head.
With
a
big
nose,
it
was
inevitable
it
was
the
first
to
suffer
damage
from
incoming
missile,
blows
to
the
head,
etc.
My
nose
had
permanently
twisted
to
the
left.
I
was
afraid
to
have
anyone
touch
it.
Later,
after
returning
home,
Janet
and
I
and
watched
the
Neurocranial
Restructuring
video
with
a
lot
of
skepticism.
Doctor
Howell's
explanation
made
sense
to
both
of
us.
Blows
to
the
head
cause
the
movable
bones
in
the
skull
to
get
stuck
together.
The
dura
(the
plastic
like
material
that
lines
the
skull
and
is
attached
to
the
ligaments
and
tendons
in
the
spinal
column),
cannot
move
freely
when
there
are
adhesions
and
restrictions
in
the
bones
of
the
face
and
skull.
The
theory
that
blows
to
the
head
affect
the
rest
of
the
body
mad
absolute
sense.
My
entire
face
had
suffered
damage
when
it
slammed
into
the
hard
beach
during
a
terrible
wipe
out.
I
had
been
surfing
Huntington
Beach
in
LA,
an
unfamiliar
beach
break
on a
big
stormy
day.
While
I
was
riding
a
huge
wave,
locked
into
the
tube,
I
did
not
realize
it
was
ready
to
break
onto
the
shore.
My
girlfriend
and
best
friend
Duke
were
waving
their
arms
and
screaming,
"Kick
out.!
Kick
out!
It's
the
beach
break!"
There
was
no
hope
for
me.
Even
though
I
tried
to
kick
my
board
through
the
wave
face,
it
was
just
too
big
and
powerful.
My
face
and
body
slammed
into
the
sand
with
a
force
so
powerful,
few
can
understand
unless
they
have
wiped
out
on a
big
wave.
When
the
water
rolled
back
down
the
beach,
my
limp
body
dragged
to a
stop.
I
was
stunned
by
the
force
of
the
impact.
As I
rolled
over
and
gingerly
touched
my
face,
I
was
frightened.
My
entire
face
seemed
like
putty.
Blood,
water
and
green
snot
poured
from
my
nose.
When
I
looked
into
a
mirror,
my
face
looked
lopsided.
The
left
side
was
pushed
in.
My
left
ear
was
higher
than
my
right.
What
a
massive
headache!
I
did
not
feel
better
until
weeks
later.
Man
was
I
ever
embarrassed
for
wiping
out
in
front
of
my
friends.
This
seemed
to
be
the
beginning
of
chronic
back
problems
for
the
next
23
years.
Janet
and
I
decided
to
try
NCR.
Dr.
Martin
was
kind
enough
to
treat
us
during
a
weekend,
doing
one
treatment
Friday
night,
two
on
Saturday
and
one
on
Sunday.
Let
me
tell
you,
it
was
a
very
weird
feeling
having
her
insert
and
expand
a
small
balloon
in
my
left
sinus.
There
are
three
sinus
cavities
on
each
side
of
the
nose.
After
the
tests,
all
four
treatments
were
on
my
left
sinuses.
Janet
and
I
could
not
believe
our
senses
after
the
first
NCR
treatment.
Her
sinuses
opened
and
she
could
breath
much
better.
I
noticed
an
immediate
release
of
the
tightness
in
my
lower
back.
The
pain
disappeared.
My
body's
posture
changed
dramatically.
It
felt
like
a
new
body.
Even
my
nose
began
to
straighten.
Amazingly,
all
four
treatments
were
directed
to
my
left
sinuses,
where
the
major
blows
had
scrunched
my
face.
After
the
final
treatment
on
Sunday,
my
nose
was
75%
straightened
and
my
back
felt
strong
again.
It
was
a
miracle.
After
so
many
years
of a
weak,
painful
back,
I
was
overjoyed.
There
is
nothing
that
makes
you
feel
more
wimpy
than
a
bad
back.
With
the
help
of a
large
dolly
and
the
confidence
of a
strong
back
and
optimal
nutrition,
the
moving
only
took
only
6
hours.
I
had
to
open
each
container
and
search
for
the
things
that
needed
to
go
to
San
Diego.
This
slowed
the
process
to a
snail's
pace.
The
close
to
100
degree
temperature
with
the
high
humidity,
left
me
soaked
in
sweat
and
bone
tired.
Thankfully,
I
knew
the
benefits
of
super
nutrition
when
extreme
physical
and
emotional
demands
required
the
best
I
had
to
offer.
I
drank
extra
doses
of
New
Vision's
liquid
vitamins
with
Mangosteen
and
their
liquid
minerals.
My
favorite
combination
of
New
Vision
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Greens
and
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Solutions
Super
Food
provided
the
fuel
necessary
to
complete
this
massive
job
in a
short
period
of
time.
I
also
popped
2
grams
of A
lacer's
Super
Gram
IIIs
every
hour
and
drank
lots
of
water
laced
with
their
powdered
Emergen-C
with
MSM.
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There
was
just
enough
time
to
get
the
air
conditioning
charged,
oil
changed
and
fluids
topped
off
in
the
car.
I
hoped
and
prayed
the
car
would
make
the
final
trip.
It
was
loaded
to
the
roof
top
with
research
books,
exercise
devices,
optimal
nutrients,
etc.
I
knew
driving
a 12
year
old
car
across
the
desert
in
111
degree
heat
was
a
long
shot.
If
only
I
could
make
it
alive.
The
final
preparations
were
underway
to
make
my
escape
from
Dallas
that
evening.
Jason
came
back
to
the
apartment
to
help
with
the
final
load
and
pick
up
the
bed.
When
he
saw
how
much
still
remained,
his
draw
dropped.
He
said,
"You
have
got
to
be
kidding."
There
was
a
definite
problem
of
too
much
junk.
We
jammed
the
SUV
to
the
hilt
with
as
much
stuff
as
possible.
Then
we
drove
to
the
storage
unit.
When
we
opened
the
door,
everyone
was
stunned.
You
could
not
fit
one
more
thing
unless
something
was
removed.
So
we
offloaded
everything
in
the
alley.
Then
we
loaded
the
bed
on
top
of
the
SUV
and
tied
it
down
with
surgical
tubing
from
the
oxygen
concentrators.
I
was
totally
bummed
the
two
oxygen
concentrators
and
the
HealthRider
would
not
fit
in
the
car.
Neither
my
dad
or
anyone
else
would
be
able
to
reap
the
huge
rewards
of
exercising
with
oxygen.
This
perhaps
the
second
most
powerful
therapy
behind
Neurocranial
Restructuring.
After
working
out
with
oxygen
for
over
two
weeks,
my
biological
age
felt
like
it
had
been
reset
at
30
years
old.
As
fate
would
have
it,
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