Thirteen years ago today in 2004, I was standing in the den of a home in Lancaster, Ohio. The man sitting on the hearth had his head against my chest. Slowly I ran my hand along the middle of his back.
With a slight tone of arrogance he said, "Do I do that to you?"
"What?," I asked.
"Your heart rate is fast." I guess he should know. He was a doctor.
"That's nothing. Watch this." With focused intention, I drew in a deep breath, held it for a moment, rearranged my energy, and dropped my heart rate to a slow, steady beat.
The man jumped away from me as if he were burned, "Oh my God! What was that?"
The words M-A-S-S-A-G-E T-H-E-R-A-P-Y scrolled across my mind like a banner behind a plane.
"WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?" I asked silently.
Within a month I was enrolled in school, 2 years later I was licensed in the State of Ohio, and. . . . well you know the rest of the story.