My chiropractor recommended a massage therapist to help treat the pain in my psoas muscle.
As she kneaded my leg she told me they have been a team for over 20 years: they met after her boyfriend shoved her down the stairs and my doctor got her mobile again with a single adjustment, then refused payment.
Instead of deep breaths I want to take notes. About how something awful like domestic abuse can lead to a life of work as a healer; and how lucky I am that I find stories everywhere.
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