One Chiropractor's Testimony
Posted by David J. Kats, D.C. on 2009-11-25 15:08:02
I thought you might enjoy hearing why some people become chiropractors. Here is Dr. Jones story.
Would you believe I knew I was going to be a chiropractor when I was a junior in high school? I got into chiropractic because I, as most chiropractors, had a life changing experience. When I was in high school I worked many jobs but the most exciting one was an airplane refueler at the airport. My job took a lot of training and hard work. I quickly moved my way up and after a few months I was able to refuel 737 and military aircraft. I loved it and before long, fueling planes was like second nature.
One day I was fueling a float plane. They are the aircraft that land on the water. To fuel them you have to stand on the wings and drag the hose up with you. As I was fueling, a second plane landed on the water and made a wake; however I was not paying attention and the hose slipped and fuel splashed into my eyes. I immediately jumped back and fell off the plane landing on a tie down cleat and then rolled into the water to get the fuel out of my eyes.
After this accident I had horrible back and shoulder pain but I didn’t know what to do for it, as I had never been to a chiropractor before. I did what I thought was right and took several Advil a day; much more than is recommended. The pain however never went completely away. After a few weeks I broke down and told my girlfriend, (Stefanie, my now wife) about my pain and she insisted that I got see her father who was the local chiropractor.
I went and after the exam and x-rays he talked to me about what chiropractic was and what it could do for me. I agreed and we started treatment. He adjusted my whole spine not just my areas of complaint. I honestly didn’t understand how adjusting my spine could help my shoulder at the time. I now know that chiropractors address the cause of the pain not just the symptoms. From then on I knew what I wanted to do with my life, HELP PEOPLE.
C. Douglas Jones D.C.
