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"The Healer"

The Healer

I’ve restarted doing all house calls in my business nearly two years ago. It was something I started out with in the early to mid-1990’s.  What made me restart this aspect in business, it was two-fold. First, I saw my clientele getting sicker, getting older. I wanted to lessen the impact on other family members of the sick, injured or dying persons of my clientele.
It was something I began to ponder in 2013. It was something I hadn’t done since 1999. And I had not worked full-time outside of my office since early 1996. However, a few factors helped push me again in this direction.

First, was the level at which I saw my clientele and their families needing me to do this. The next was I had to consider what would be a smarter move, as I saw the economy, the greed of rents and keeping an office going, as the rates went up.  When the owner of the building would not repair the heating system in the building, which effected my office. Yet, over an eighteen year time frame, I had rescued the building from flooding, potential fire, and other damages. The third thing was most people retire from my line of work at full-time in my state after ten to fifteen years. Not many make it a lifetime choice career. I wanted to.

I had a couple of doctors tell me I was getting damaged. The industry I’m in is considered the highest risk to the point, that there are two insurance companies in the United States that will give us Long Term Disability Insurance.  As well, it would be given for the allotment of only ten years, after becoming disabled. I had one doctor tell me at the rate I worked, with the effort I worked with I’d be retired within four years.  He said that in 1997. That was after I treated him. I treated him once, saw him a week afterwards and he had been healed. My goal with most was, reducing their pain by forty or more percent the first go ‘round. I learned from pain management nurses that, that was not expected of me.

In my first full year of doing house calls in 2018, I had mostly old clientele.  Yet, as well some new clients. Most had chronic disease that would eventually bring them to their demise. One day I visited a home, where a man was suffering from Parkinson’s. Something I was accustomed to seeing. He was a businessman. He and his wife were exercise enthusiasts. They had some pets.  They asked if I had any pet allergies.  I assured them that I did not. And as well, I loved animals.

The wife assured me their pets would not disturb me.  As a matter of fact, she stated that they would probably leave me alone. I remarked, “Whatever the pets feel is their comfort zone. It’s mine too.”
About thirty minutes into the treatment I was working on with the Parkinson’s patient who was in his fifties. The one pet, a dog who was aged. Sauntered by me. He gently nudged me as I worked.  The man asked if the dog was bothering me. I replied, “Not at all. He has great energy.” I explained that the dog was worried, and wanted to make certain I was treating his master to help him. As well the dog wanted to help heal his master.

You see this aged dog had retired the year before, due to a medical condition. The dog was brought into hospitals and the like, by the man’s wife. The dog was a healing dog for the sick. He was a healer.  That even then, although he had a structural problem that forced him to retire from walking on the hospital’s linoleum floors, which would injure him further. He had never truly retired from his passion. His Love, was of healing others.---Jody-Lynn Reicher


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