How To Sleep

Sleeping on your stomach or with your pillow bunched up is a sure way to a headache. What happens is that your neck becomes twisted for long periods of time as you sleep, putting pressure on the nerves, blood vessels and vertebrae in your cervical (upper) spine. That pressure sends messages to the brain that there’s something that needs to be addressed, and a pain signal is sent to your head. Presto! You have a headache and your neck hurts as well.

The solution is sleeping on your back with a pillow that supports your neck fully. You may also sleep on your side, but check with us at the office about the proper sleeping position that won’t create headaches. If you bring in your pillow to our office, I’ll check it to see if it’s part of the reason you have headaches. For example, a pillow that is too thin or too fluffy will contribute to headaches because it doesn’t support the cervical curve in your neck. The cervical curve is a natural S-shaped curve in your neck. If the pillow is too flat, that pillow flattens your cervical curve. If the pillow is too fluffy, it exaggerates your cervical curve.

In the past 20 years, chiropractic physicians have used a complete range of cervical pillows to fit the necks of those who are in pain.

Be In The Moment Or Else?

Most of us convince ourselves that life will be good once we are

married, have a baby.

We get frustrated because our children are not old enough,

and that all will be well when they are older.


Then we are frustrated because they reach adolescence and we must

deal with them. Surely we'll be happier when they grow out of the

teen years.

We tell ourselves our life will be better when our spouse gets

his/her act together, when we have a nicer car, when we can take

a vacation, when we finally retire.

The truth is that there is no better time to be happy than right

now.

If not, then when?

Our life will always be full of challenges. It is better to

admit as much and to decide to be happy in spite of it all.

For the longest time, it seemed that life was about to start.

Real life.

But there was always some obstacle along the way, an ordeal to

get through, some work to be finished, some time to be given, a

bill to be paid. Then life would start.

I finally came to understand that those obstacles were life.

That point of view helped me see that there isn't any road to

happiness.

Happiness IS the road.

So, enjoy every moment.

Stop waiting for school to end, for a return to school, to lose

ten pounds, to gain ten pounds, for work to begin, to get

married, for Friday evening, for Sunday morning, waiting for a

new car, for your mortgage to be paid off, for spring, for

summer, for fall, for winter, for the first or the fifteenth of
Most of us convince ourselves that life will be better once we are

married, have a baby, then another.

Then we get frustrated because our children are not old enough,

and that all will be well when they are older.

Then we are frustrated because they reach adolescence and we must

deal with them. Surely we'll be happier when they grow out of the

teen years.

We tell ourselves our life will be better when our spouse gets

his/her act together, when we have a nicer car, when we can take

a vacation, when we finally retire.

The truth is that there is no better time to be happy than right

now.

If not, then when?

Your life will always be full of challenges. It is better to

admit as much and to decide to be happy in spite of it all.

For the longest time, it seemed that life was about to start.

Real life.

But there was always some obstacle along the way, an ordeal to

get through, some work to be finished, some time to be given, a

bill to be paid. Then life would start.

I finally came to understand that those obstacles were life.

That point of view helped me see that there isn't any road to

happiness.

Happiness IS the road.

So, enjoy every moment.

Stop waiting for school to end, for a return to school, to lose

ten pounds, to gain ten pounds, for work to begin, to get

married, for Friday evening, for Sunday morning, waiting for a

new car, for your mortgage to be paid off, for spring, for

summer, for fall, for winter, for the first or the fifteenth of

the month, for your song to be played on the radio, to die, to be

reborn... before deciding to be happy.

Happiness is a voyage, not a destination.

There is no better time to be happy than.

Live and enjoy life to the edge.



 

 

Red Roses....

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every

year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he

died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my

Valentine", like all the years before. 

 

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I

love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love

for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this

was the last time that the roses would appear. 

 

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her

loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always

liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got

too busy, everything would work out fine. 

 

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.

Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She

would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair. While

staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. 

 

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. With

loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very

hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang, and there were

roses, sitting by her door. 

 

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.

Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The

owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would

someone do this to her, causing her such pain? 

 

"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," The

owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know. The

flowers you received today, were paid for in advance. Your

husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. 

 

There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, And he

has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year. There also

is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a

special little card...he did this years ago. 

 

Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, That's the

card...that should be sent, to you the following year." 

 

She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing

hard. 

 

Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. 

 

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as

she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote... "Hello my

love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, I hope it

hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. 

 

I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. For if it

was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared

made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words

can say, you were the perfect wife. 

 

You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know

it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you

to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses

will be sent to you for years. 

 

When you get these roses, think of all the happiness, That we had

together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved

you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you

have some living still. 

 

Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days. I

know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses

will come every year, and they will only stop, When your door's

not answered, when the florist stops to knock. 

 

He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But

after his last visit, he will know without a doubt, To take the

roses to the place, where I've instructed him, And place the

roses where we are, together once again. 

-- Author unknown

A New Way To Think........

- A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than from
fears based on past experiences.

- An unmistaken ability to enjoy each moment.

- A loss of interest in judging self.

- A loss of interest in judging others.

- A loss in interest in conflict.

- A loss of interest in interpreting the action of others.

- A loss of the ability to worry. (This symptom is very serious.)

- Frequent overwhelming episodes of appreciation.

- Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature.

- Frequent attacks of smiling through the eyes of the Heart.

- Increasing susceptibility to love extended by others and the
uncomfortable urge to extend it.

- An increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make
them happen.

If you have all or most of the above symptoms, please be advised
that your condition of PEACE may be so far advanced as to not be
treatable.

-- Author Unknown

Golf Wisdom

When you're criticizing others
And are finding here and there
A fault or two to speak of
Or a weakness you can't bear;
When you're blaming someone's weakness
Or accusing some of pelf..
It's time that you went out
To walk around yourself.

There are lots of human failures
In the average of us all
And lots of grave shortcomings
In the short ones and the tall;
But when we think of evils
Men should lay upon the shelves,
It's time we all went out
To take a walk around ourselves

We need so often in this life
This balancing of scales;
This seeing how much in us wins
And how much in us fails.
But before you judge another
Just to lay him on the shelf...
It would be a splendid plan
To take a walk around yourself.

-- Author Unknown

The Cool Olympics...

Some time ago, at the Seattle Olympics, nine athletes, all
mentally or physically challenged, were standing on the start
line for the 100 m race.

The gun fired and the race began. Not everyone was running, but
everyone wanted to participate and win.

They ran in threes, a boy tripped and fell, did a few somersaults
and started crying.
The other eight heard him crying.
They slowed down and looked behind them.
They stopped and came back... All of them...

A girl with Down's Syndrome sat down next to him, hugged him and
asked, "Feeling better now?"

Then, all nine walked shoulder to shoulder to the finish line.

The whole crowd stood up and applauded. And the applause lasted a
very long time...

People who witnessed this still talk about it.
Why?

Because deep down inside us, we all know that the most important
thing in life is much more than winning for ourselves.

The most important thing in this life is to help others to win.
Even if that means slowing down and changing our own race.

A candle loses nothing if it is used to light another one."


- Author Unknown

The Power Of Your Actions.........

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my
class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he
was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone
bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I
had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my
friend the following afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went
on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran
at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he
landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in
the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this
terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him, and as he
crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.

I handed him his glasses and said, "Those guys are jerks. They
really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey, thanks!" There was a big smile on
his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I
helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. It turned
out he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before coming to this school.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We
talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be
a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on
Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and
the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends
thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with
the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you
are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books
everyday!". He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the
next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided
on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always
be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to
be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a
speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up
there and speak.

Graduation day arrived - I saw Kyle and he looked great. He was one
of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled
out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me
and all the girls loved him!

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could
see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the
back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one)
and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared
his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who
helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your
teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I
am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best
gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I stared at my friend in disbelief as he told the story of the first
day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He
talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have
to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me
and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved
me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy
told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking
at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did
I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small
gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God
puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly."

-Author unknown

A Bunch Of Winners!

"Last night was the last game for my eight-year-old son's soccer
team. It was the final quarter. The score was two to one, my
son's team in the lead. Parents shouted encouragement from the
sidelines as the boys clashed on the field. With less than ten
seconds remaining, the ball rolled in front of my son's teammate,
one Mikey O'Donnel. With shouts of "Kick it!" echoing across the
field, Mikey reared back and gave it everything he had.

All around me the crowd fell silent as the ball flew into the
goal. Mikey O'Donnel had scored!

Mikey had scored all right, but in the wrong goal, ending the
game in a tie. For a moment there was total silence. You see
Mikey has Down's Syndrome and for him there is no such thing as a
wrong goal. All goals were celebrated by a joyous hug from Mikey.
He had even been known to hug the opposing players when they
scored.

The silence was finally broken when Mikey, his face filled with
joy, grabbed my son, hugged him and yelled, "I scored! I scored.
Everybody won! Everybody won!"

For a moment I held my breath, not sure how my son would react. I
need not have worried. I watched, through tears, as my son threw
up his hand in the classic high-five salute and started chanting,
"Way to go Mikey! Way to go Mikey!"

Within moments, both teams surrounded Mikey, joining in the chant
and congratulating him on his goal. Later that night, when my
daughter asked who had won, my son smiled and replied, "It was a
tie. Everybody won!"

Author Unknown

Listen To Dr. R. Anthony..............

I understand what I am about to say may sound crazy to you, but
allow me to suggest the possibility that you have been totally
brainwashed and you have unknowingly become your own worst enemy.

In fact, this is exactly what is happening to millions of people.
And most likely, you are one of them.

What I am talking about is the SUBLIMINAL and SUBCONSCIOUS
programming you are getting - programming that is imprinted on your
subconscious without your knowledge.

I am not saying there is an organized conspiracy to program your
mind. The people that are spreading these negative messages
don't even know they are doing it!

The problem is as you are exposed to these mind viruses, you are
likely to be infected. Just as exposure to raw sewage can cause you
to be infected with germs, microbes and other nasty things,
prolonged exposure to the media will infect your mind with many
nasty viruses. Society spends billions of dollars to protect
us from biological and computer viruses. Yet a mind virus can be
the most dangerous of all.

One of the best things you can do to prevent mind viruses is stop
following the news. Don't watch TV, don't listen to "talk" radio,
don't read newspapers or magazines that have the news in them. Why?
Because they all make their money by selling fear, lack, scarcity
and limitation. Bad news is what sells.

Open the average newspaper and you will see that 90% or more of what
you read is negative news. The percentage is about the same for
radio and TV. Do you really believe it is important to find out how
many houses burnt down, how many people were robbed or killed in
your city, state or another country? Do you really need to be
reminded of the economic situation every day? Being exposed to all
this negativity creates a negative view of the world and negative
thought patterns in your mind.

When I tell people to skip the news, they invariably ask, "How will
I know if there is a major world tragedy or natural disaster
heading my way or terrorists striking near me?" Trust me. You will
know about all the big stuff you need to know. Let's face it,
the vast majority of your friends and neighbors follow the news so
they can do the watching and reading for you. You still won't be
able to escape it completely because most restaurants and shops now
have the TV news on all day long. So if something major happens, you
will know about it.

Break Free Now by: Burt Dubin

Every outstanding achievement starts with a minority of one. When
Mohammed Ali announced I am the greatest, only he believed it.
And he believed it from the marrow of his bones. Then he prepared
himself. He practiced, drilled, rehearsed. Just as you are to do.
He strengthened his muscles as he strengthened his resolve. Just
as you are to do. He became a powerhouse of implacable commitment
to be what he said he was. Just as you are to do.

Think about it. An affirmation, a bald, bold, audacious
affirmation became reality. And within his sphere and his time in
history, he made himself the greatest.

Is there an idea here for you? I think so. OK, how do you create
the conditions and circumstances, the vivid, living, breathing,
palpitating reality of you-and I do mean you-being personally
great in your sphere, in your time in history-being personally
great as an expert who speaks.

It's not so hard. Not if you have a plan.

1. Start with your essence. With your personal essence. What are
you really about? What right do you have to stand before
audiences sharing your wisdom? What have you to offer that is
unique and special? What sets you apart from all other experts
who speak? This is your core value. Identify and exploit your
core value. Until you do you're not ready for the big room, the
main stage, the general sessions or keynote slots.

2. Develop an hour of pure value. Principles and what-to's. Lace
it with a touch of humor. Include pauses to let your key ideas
sink in. Do your out-of-town tryouts, your shakedown cruise at
service clubs. Trim it down. Get the bugs out.

3. Create a couple of hours of how-to's. This is your concurrent
session. Be ready to expand this to whatever time length best
works for the clients you want to serve. To see if this will play
in Peoria, offer to present fund raisers for Chambers of Commerce
near your home. They promote. You present. You split the take 50-
50. They love this because it shovels cash into their treasury
while it served their community.

4. Now put on your marketing hat. Start to write articles
revealing your expertise. If you have case studies, before-and-
after tales of the difference your insights make, share them.
Discover how to do both inbound and outbound marketing. Market
relentlessly

5. Develop your one-sheet and your other marketing tools. Include
great letters of commendation: How it was before you came along
compared to how it is now. Glowing words of praise about the
outcomes you produce.

6. Design your Mission Statement. Make it magnificent. Better
yet, let it be transcendent. Allow it to be your guiding light,
your reason-to-be.

7. Energize your actions. Get behind your intentions with bulldog
tenacity. Believe wholly in what you're about. Back your belief
with fire in your belly. Be resolute about making yourself the
master of your personal universe.

Goals for Life......

#1. Everyone Is Important

During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a
pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through
the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name
of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of
joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I
handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before
class ended, one student asked if the last question would count
toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your
careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and
say "hello". I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.

#2. Help Those In Need

One night, at 11:30 pm, an older African American woman was
standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a
lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately
needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next
car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of
in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety,
helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed
to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.
Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his
surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for
assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched
not only my clothes but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's
bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me
and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, MRS. Nat King Cole.

#3. Always remember those who serve

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year
old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat a table. A waitress
put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream
sundae? " he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The
little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the
coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he
inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents, she brusquely
replied." The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the
plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream,
put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the
ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came
back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed
neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels, and five pennies-
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have
enough left to leave her a tip.

#4. Turn Obstacles Into Opportunities

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then
he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge
rock. Some of the King's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came
by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for
not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting
the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a
load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant
laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of
the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a
purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse
contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating
that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the
roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand.
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

#5. Give Selflessly

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got
to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and
serious disease. Her only change of recovery appeared to be a
blood transfusion from her 5 year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the
antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the
situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he
would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him
hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and
saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion
progressed, he lay in bed next to this sister and smiled, as we
all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face
grew pale and his smile faded. He look up at the doctor and asked
with a trembling voice," Will I start to die right away?" Being
young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor, he thought he
was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to
save her.

-- Author Unknown

Thinking To Much????????????

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now
and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to
another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew
it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me,
and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment
don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and
Kafka.

I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What
is it exactly we are doing here?"

Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had
turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life.
She spent that night at her mother's.

I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss
called me in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to
say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you
don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."
This gave me a lot to think about.

I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I
confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."

"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much
as college professors, and college professors don't make any
money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any~money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to
cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I
stomped out the door.

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with
NPR on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the
big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me
that night.

As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass,
whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is
heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably
recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker's
Anonymous poster.

Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never
miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational
video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences
about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life
just seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.

-- Author Unknown

Golfers- Keep These Clear!!!!!!!!!!

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry,
two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in
the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a
single word we said. Yesterday is gone forever.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow, with all its
possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and its poor
performance; Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of
clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in
Tomorrow, for it is yet to be born.

This leaves only one day, Today. Any person can fight the battle
of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of those
two awful eternities, Yesterday and Tomorrow, that we break down.

It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad, it is
the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday
and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

Let us, therefore, Live but one day at a time.

-- Author Unknown

Cool Story.......

He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road.
Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as
his beat-up Pontiac was. But he never quit looking. Ever since
the factory closed, he'd been unemployed. And with winter raging
on, the chill had finally hit home.

It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on
it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already
left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he
stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and
father. He was born here and knew the country.

He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either
side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It
was starting to get dark, and light snow flurries were coming
down. He'd better get a moving on.

He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the
road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed
help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His
Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had
stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt
her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see
that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew
how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He
said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car
where it's warm?
By the way, my name is Joe."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was
bad enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put
the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able
to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window
and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St.
Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him
enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her
trunk.

She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been
all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things
that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought
twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was
helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had
given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that
way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told
her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she
saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the
assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me".

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a
cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home,
disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the
lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and
take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home.
It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas
pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register
was like the telephone of an out of work actor--it didn't ring
much.

Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet
hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for
the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress
was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain
and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone
who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she
remembered Joe.

After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get
her change from a hundred-dollar bill, the lady slipped right out
the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She
wondered where the lady could be, and then she noticed something
written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read
what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've
been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping
you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Don't
let the chain of love end with you."

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people
to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That
night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was
thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could
she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the
baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how
worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she
gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's
gonna be alright; I love you, Joe."

-- Author Unknown

Lot's Of Time?

Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning
with $86,400. Carries over no balance from day to day, allows you
to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part
of the amount you had failed to use during the day.

What would you do?

Draw out every cent, of course!

Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning,
it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as
a lost, whatever of this amount you have failed to invest to good
purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you.

Each night it burns the records of the day.

If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.

There is no going back. There is no drawing against the
"tomorrow".

You must live in the present on today's deposits.

Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness
and success!

The clock is running. Make the most of today.

Seize the day!

-- Author Unknown

Check This Out Golfers....

J Sports Sci. 2002 Aug;20(8):599-605.

Lindsay D, Horton J.

University of Calgary Sports Medicine Centre, Alberta, Canada. dlindsay@ucalgary.ca

Low back pain is a common musculoskeletal disorder affecting golfers, yet little is known of the specific mechanisms responsible for this injury. The aim of this study was to compare golf swing spinal motion in three movement planes between six male professional golfers with low back pain (age 29.2+/-6.4 years; height 1.79+/-0.04 m; body mass 78.2+/-12.2 kg; mean +/- s) and six without low back pain (age 32.7+/-4.8 years; height 1.75+/-0.03 m; body mass 85.8+/-10.9 kg) using a lightweight triaxial electrogoniometer. We found that golfers with low back pain tended to flex their spines more when addressing the ball and used significantly greater left side bending on the backswing. Golfers with low back pain also had less trunk rotation(obtained from a neutral posture), which resulted in a relative 'supramaximal' rotation of their spines when swinging. Pain-free golfers demonstrated over twice as much trunk flexion velocity on the downswing, which could relate to increased abdominal muscle activity in this group. This study is the first to show distinct differences in the swing mechanics between golfers with and without low back pain and provides valuable guidance for clinicians and teachers to improve technique to facilitate recovery from golf-related low back pain

Buying Some Time...

The man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to
find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.

"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

"Yeah sure son, what is it?" replied the man.

"Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?"

"That's none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?"
the man said angrily.

"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an
hour?" pleaded the little boy.

"If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour."

"Oh," the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said,
"Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?"

The father was furious. "If the only reason you wanted to know
how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a
silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself
straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you're being
so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don't have time
for such childish games."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little
boy's questioning. 'How dare him ask such questions only to get
some money!' After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and
started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe
there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00, and
he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the
door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you asleep son?" he asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking," he said to his son. "Maybe I was too hard
on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took my aggravation
out on you. Here's that $10.00 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you Daddy!"
he yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled
up bills. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then
looked up at the man.

The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get
angry again. "Why did you want more money if you already had
some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough yet," he said, "but now I do."

"Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?"

-- Author Unknown

Plantar Fasciitis Part III

By now you are probably thinking, how can I get rid of plantar fasciitis? It is not realistic to stay off your feet at all times. You are recommended to see a qualified physician.

Every time your foot hits the ground, the plantar fasciitis is stretched. You can decrease this pressure by losing body weight, wearing shoes and slippers that support your arch. Some physicians recommend medicine, taping of the foot, and orthotics. Orthotics are prescription inserts that fit into your shoe. Orthotics tend to support and help control the foot and ankle region. If you have any questions please contact me.

Plantar Fasciitis Part II

As earlier discussed, improper foot movement can cause plantar fasciitis. If the foot flattens too much at the arch, the tissue may overstretch. In return, if the foot flattens too little, the fascia is too tight and causes pain.

A heel spur can also cause plantar fasciitis. This bone growth can be caused by a pull on the heel bone over time.

Symptoms of plantar fasciitis occur on the bottom of the foot, usually in the morning. Pain may decrease after walking briefly, but comes back with rest or over activity.

Plantar Fasciitis Part I

The plantar fascia is a large group of ligaments that are bound together and run from the ball of the foot to the heel. This group of tissue creates a tension that pulls your foot into an arch. With improper movement of the foot these ligaments begin to break down. This causes inflammation, and now you have a condition called plantar fasciitis.