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Next New Beginnings - January 30, 31 & February 1, 2009

The Power of Prayer
by Dr. Bill Henry

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.

Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.

I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.

I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box : It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.

Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer :
1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.'
3. 'I have something better in mind.'

You may be going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine. My instructions are to pick four Chiropractors or friends that you want God to bless. Please pass this 34th Principle to at least four people who might value this message and who might benefit from it. This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards

Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer : ....
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.

Happy Holidays!!
Dr Bill Henry


It’s a Wonderful Life

Dr. Frank Bowling

Hello, my friends.

“Do what you love.
Love what you do.”

- from my “Life is Good” coffee cup

The other day I was giving what we call the “Doctor’s Report” to some of our new patients, which is the standard procedure in our office. We get a few people together, sit them down in front of a PowerPoint presentation, and explain, from the unique perspective of my particular profession, the mostly unknown and little understood truth about how our bodies work, what goes wrong with us, and what we can do to make ourselves better.

I wasn’t overly excited about this particular group – from all appearances and for reasons that I won’t go into now, they just weren’t a very promising bunch. I suspected that I probably wasn’t going to get through to them, either because they wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t believe or trust me, didn’t want to be there, didn’t care, or some combination of the above.

Suddenly, in the middle of my class, I was surprised by an unexpected sensation. It was unmistakable, and it really caught me off guard, considering my attitude going in. The feeling welled up within me out of nowhere, and it wasn’t depression, or disappointment, or frustration such as I might have expected in that situation. I felt… believe it or not… happy. I knew that I was in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing. It was a feeling of fulfillment… of joy.

I realized in that moment that I was following a destiny laid out for me nearly 35 years ago, when a friend in St. Louis drew a diagram on his kitchen table and explained the foundational principles and philosophy behind the work in which I have since been engaged. I remembered that I’m still chasing the vision that dragged me out of my pre-law path and into chiropractic school, and despite the unforeseen difficulties, obstacles and setbacks of the road I’ve traveled since that night, I knew that I was still moving in the right direction, and that I still love it. I do still love it so.

Why?

Over the past few years, it has gradually dawned on me that one thing people desperately need, and perhaps the one thing we need the most, is to be uplifted and inspired. We need hope. It’s a cold world out there, and we all need to be able to lift our faces to the sun and feel its warmth. When it seems like everything around us is negative and bad, we need someone to help us see, hear, feel and know the good.

One of my favorite movie scenes is from, “A Beautiful Mind,” in which the main character’s wife, instead of giving up on her brilliant but deeply disturbed husband, sits him down on their bed, kneels at his feet, looks up into his eyes and says, “I need to believe that something extraordinary is possible.” I need to believe that, too.

The Vision

There lies within each of us a “Power,” an “Organizing Intelligence,” a “Pure Potential” that is perfect. It’s the same intangible “something” that we can easily observe in all the world around us, in all expressions of Life, in all the beauty and majesty that challenges our minds and thrills our hearts. It’s what makes our lives worth living, and it is our most wondrous gift from God, whoever or whatever God might be.

I don’t pretend to understand this phenomenal blessing, but I know from practical, daily experience with real patients that wherever it comes from, it flows through human bodies from “Above – Down,” and from the “Inside – Out.” I know that any interference to the expression of this “Innate Intelligence” through the brain, down the spinal cord, and out into every organ, tissue and cell of the body results in a dimming of our “Inner Light,” a diminishing of our human potential, and a frustration of our God-given ability to move forward and upward throughout our lives. And finally, I know that my life mission and my life’s work is, to the best of my ability, to remove that interference and restore the connection between what we are and what we were meant to be, and to spread that message of hope to as many kindred spirits as I can touch.

On the other side of my coffee cup is a big dog on a snow sled, plummeting down a mountain, wearing sunglasses and a woolen cap with a tassel. It’s obvious from the expression on his face that he’s doing what he loves, loving what he does, and having a “doggone” good time. I’m with him.

Wishing you health, happiness and peace,

Dr. Frank Bowling
 


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