I am coming up on the 25th anniversary of my graduation from Cleveland Chiropractic College on Dec. 19, 1997, which also happens to be my late mother’s birthday. What a gift to have her birthday on my diploma. I started very early getting chiropractic care, when I was eight years old. I was trying to do a summersault and wrenched my neck. When I received that first cervical adjustment I levitated above the table about six inches and softly floated back down to find comfort and relief. Dr. Jack Wymore was my chiropractor, and he was dynamic. At that moment, I knew I wanted to be a chiropractor.

My mother died at the age of 47 from an aneurysm. This was six months before I began at Cleveland Chiropractic. I wanted to give up. Even though I had studied for three solid years and had four more to go…I was finished. But then, I found her diary, and there it was. She had written in February of 1970 that I wasn’t sleeping well because of the helicopters flying overhead and the dogs barking. There was a break-in by Cleveland Chiropractic College, which was close to our house. There it was. My name and Cleveland Chiropractic College in the same sentence when I was six months old. Destiny!

Even from beyond the grave mom encouraged me to continue my pursuit. My family encouraged me. They knew. They knew I had a healing touch, and with the right training, I was going to help people heal themselves of the afflictions, ailments and dis-ease of the world. I owe sooo much to Cleveland Chiropractic, the Cleveland family and staff for shaping me into a diagnostician, a physician, and a more compassionate human. Thank You Cleveland University. Happy 100th Birthday!!!

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Teaching Tai Chi for Arthritis and Fall Prevention, and Laughter Yoga at the MCPA Seminar December 2021