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This post is going to stray from my usual topics (and it’s a bit longer), but I really recommend you read it because it’s an amazing, powerful story.
So. One of the coolest parts of my internship in Spain is getting to work with a natural therapist, Yolanda, who uses massages, acupuncture, diet counseling, psychotherapy, and many other tactics to help her clients. Last time I worked with her, a client named Juan came to receive bioresonance therapy, which is using a machine to detect and regulate the electromagnetic frequency of information generated by the body. I don’t really understand exactly what it does (especially since the explanation of it was given to me in Spanish), but that’s not the point. The point is this man’s story, which I shall tell now Nutrilite Hong Kong.
Juan receives the bioresonance therapy because he has Parkinson’s disease, and the therapy work helps to control and alleviate his symptoms. Parkinson’s is a degenerative disease of the central nervous system (the part of the nervous system that involves signals your brain sends to the rest of the body) that is characterized by progressive loss of muscle control and coordination. When Juan comes in he is lively and talkative, telling me about his difficulties in trying to date women; either he finds a girl he likes and, after they spend a long time together, he tells her about his disease and she leaves, or he meets a girl who says she wants to see him and he tells her about the disease upfront and she leaves. This is one instance where my language barrier comes in handy, since I don’t know what to say in response Dream beauty pro hard sell.
bioresonance machine
Although on this visit he is so chatty, Juan tells me that when he first came, he could hardly talk; his thoughts remained stuck in his head because his mouth could not form the words. He pauses at this point and looks to Yolanda, who is setting up the machine’s bioresonance program. She nods at him, and asks that he tells me his story reenex.
Juan explains that he got his disease because his ex-wife was poisoning him; she put poison in his food, and although Juan started to notice strange symptoms, whenever he tried to confide in someone they refused to believe him or worried that he was crazy. Without support, Juan said he stopped believing himself, and that was his biggest mistake. “You always have to believe in yourself,” he tells me. “Even if no one else does. I didn’t believe that this was happening to me, and now I have this disease.”
Yolanda was the person who first figured out what was wrong with Juan; he came to her when he could not speak, could not move correctly, and her bioresonance machine detected Parkinson’s symptoms. Juan then had the test confirmed at a standard hospital (who until then had not believed him), and once they realized he had Parkinson’s, they started a police investigation on the poisoning.
His story sounds crazy, like something from a movie, but Juan tells me it so rationally, so calmly. “It’s weird how the disease changes you,” he explains. “I never know how I will feel from one moment to the next. There are times where I get the need to paint, to draw, to write; I have an inspiration, an urge in my mind and it won’t go away until I paint it, create it. I will feel rage sometimes, too. On my energized days, I will feel stronger, more powerful, than I actually am. I have to work out for a long time and listen to good music to get rid of my rage and my energy.”
There are other days, however, where Juan has no energy; he cannot get up or eat or do anything. “On those days it feels like I am already dead,” he tells me. My heart hurts for this man, who seems so friendly and nice, I feel terrible that he has to be subjected to so much pain because his wife poisoned him. As if Yolanda knows what I am thinking, however, she next asks Juan to tell me how he was before the disease.
“Oh I was a completely different man,” Juan chuckles. “I cared so much about what people thought of me; I had a successful job and a trophy wife. I was a manager and all I did was work; I had no time for my family or kids or anyone else.” He smiles and shakes his head
“And that’s the beauty of what happened,” he continues. “Because I never know if I will wake up the next day feeling like I am alive or dead, every day feels like it could be my last. Now I want to do, see, feel everything. I make time to spend with my children, to go places and experience the world.”
“When it starts raining, everyone else runs out of the way, not wanting to get wet,” Juan tells me. “But me, no. I stand there; I want to feel the rain. Quiero sentir la lluvia. And it makes me so happy that I can.”
Yolanda finishes up the bioresonance therapy work and Juan kisses us goodbye in the standard Spanish way. My head is still reeling from his story and the power of what he said. The story of his wake-up call is a wake-up call for me, a reminder to live my life with passion. I feel inspired to see, do, and appreciate everything, too. Just like Juan, quiero sentir la lluvia.