To this day I have a vision that I cannot get out of my head from when I was about 9. I am standing in my living room next to the coffee table that my parents still own. They made furniture to last. On top of the dark wood surface is a typical brown lunch sack. As I peer down into the rectangular opening I see every color of the pharmaceutical rainbow filling about an inch of the bag. It is a candy shop of reds and blues, yellows and greens, uppers and downers, tranquilizers and speed. On the couch next to me is a relative, who shall remain nameless, who was later kicked out of our home for repeatedly disobeying the don’t come home stoned or bring your drugs into our house rule. A good rule I think. She was passed out and stoned, having been assisted into the house by a neighbor who saw her staggering out of her car. Ah, the fun of recreational drug use.
Todd smoked pot for the symptoms it provided. My relative did her drugs for the symptoms they provided. In fact, all drugs, legal and illegal are the same in that they are taken for the symptoms they provide. Smoke enough pot and you become just like Todd Mooney, and trust me you don’t want that. Take enough speed and you die like my relative almost did. Take enough Tylenol and you will need kidney dialysis. Take enough Advil and you will need a liver transplant. All medications are taken for the symptoms they provide, or control. They are almost never taken to correct the cause of the symptom.
That’s what makes chiropractic unique. By correcting subluxation we correct cause. And when you correct cause symptoms go away on their own, and in the case of subluxation your spine lasts a lot longer and your body and organs function better. And so I wonder, would I have become a chiropractor without neighbor Todd and my dad’s trusty square nosed shovel, or without my drug addicted relative? I saw the dangers of illegal drugs then and I see the dangers of all drugs now. Health will never come from a bottle. Health is earned.