It all started about 18 years ago when a young attorney walked into my office with terrible lower back pain. He was bent over a bit. Had a rough time getting out of a chair. He was desperate. It was not his first time like this either. He had tried other chiropractors with no success. But what else was there for him to do? Drugs…not a viable option for this young man. Surgery…not a candidate, nor a viable option either. So in he walks into my office. I listened to him. I examined him. I took his x-rays. Then I did something no chiropractor had done before, or has been able to duplicate on him since. To be just a bit technical, I did a base-posterior adjustment of the sacrum with a superior to inferior torque. Right after the adjustment he got off the table nearly 100% pain-free, a rare but wonderful outcome. A true success story.
I would take care of him, his then wife, his kids, and his brother for several years as he began his young law career. He was one of those types that was self-assured, even cocky, some would think him arrogant. Within about 5 years he had sold his house in Southridge and moved on. I saw him a couple of times when he would limp into my office needing a fix and happened to be in the area. He kept trying chiropractors wherever he was, since his back would “go out” far too often. He even tried several chiropractors who were “experts” in the Gonstead technique, the same technique I use, the same technique that taught me the base-posterior adjustment that provides instantaneous relief to this young attorney. And then I heard nothing from him for several years until last Friday.
I played the voice mail left by him on my cell. “My back has gone out,” he says. “I would really appreciate your help. Are you willing to make a house call? No other chiropractors can do what you do. I’ve tried them all. By the way, I live in Ojai now!!” For those of you who don’t know, Ojai is inland, sort of in between Ventura and Santa Barbara, at least a 2-1/2 hour drive from here. I’m not driving to Ojai to make a house call. I don’t drive to Fontana from my home in Yorba Linda for house calls. But he needed my help. I couldn’t leave him high and dry. So I called him back and we settled on a plan.
In the intervening years he had become quite successful, so he sent one of his three planes to pick up me and my wife in Fullerton and flew us to Santa Barbara where I had arranged for a very good Gonstead chiropractor to accept him as a new patient. I adjusted his lower back to demonstrate the technique to the new doctor, got a Starbucks, got on the plane, took my flying lesson, and went home. The longest house call of my career. What a day. You just never know what tomorrow may bring.