When my Grandfather was 19-years-old, he was in a terrible car accident. His car hit another head-on and all eleven passengers were ejected from the cars. My Grandpa doesn’t remember the impact, only waking up later lying in a field.
He was taken to the hospital where they discovered that his back and both his legs were broken. When he was finally released from the hospital, he walked out hunched over a cane. The doctors did not expect any improvement and assumed he would use a cane for the rest of his painful life.
For some reason, my Grandfather rejected the doctor’s plan and started seeing a chiropractor for treatment. Now, in the 40’s going to a chiropractor was about like going to a voodoo doctor. But after several treatments — weeks and months of treatments, my Grandfather’s back and legs were healed. He was married less than two years after his wreck and stood straight and strong at the altar to marry my Grandmother.
Even my mom said that no one would have ever known Grandpa had any problems with his legs or back. Every once in awhile, if Grandpa was very tired, she noticed a slight inward turn of his foot. But that was it.
I just imagine my Grandpa walking bravely into that chiropractor day after day, week after week — or maybe he was shuffling in, crawling in. He probably didn’t see results right away.
Or maybe he did.
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