From the depths of despair!

This was me: I had an arrhythmia, a sleep crisis, sciatica, I was fat, with tinnitus, peripheral neuropathy, bladder cancer, arthritis, stage 3-C adrenal fatigue. I felt like crap all the time! I was a 71-year-old, socially inept, bent-over, decrepit, depressed old man.

Recovery

Now I´m OK. Back then I started to investigate my ills. To my surprise, I found myself totally absorbed in the wellness strategies and detective-like investigations I was pursuing.

“It was the new me!”

At one point I realized that this information could be beneficial for others.

So, I slowly but surely started to catalog my findings. I had to publish this ‘life-changing’ stuff so that it was easily accessible to others.

But I had another surprise.

“Nobody cares!”

“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him think!”

So, I had a decision to make, would I abandon the whole idea of trying to help others because of their apathy or would I go ahead and do it anyway?

There is one type of person that all my ardent work might benefit: Someone who has already run the entire gauntlet just like me!

When you have seen a bout-load of doctors and have spent a bout-load of money and have run-out of options, you might be ready for what I have to offer. 

Ford