Sometimes a client will ask me, as they are settling into their massage, "How did you decide to become a massage therapist?" Actually, it's an easy question to answer.
Well, you see. . . it all started on the way home from work. I was in rush-hour traffic when suddenly the vehicle two cars ahead of me stopped abruptly. I tried to stop, but hit the car ahead of me (and he also hit the first car). My Chevy bounced back just as the truck behind me came up and rear-ended me with such force that I hit the car ahead of me again.
Aaaaack! My Chevy was the casualty of that altercation on Emerson Avenue. I didn't know a vehicle could get so crunched-up traveling less than 30 mph.
What a mess! I was told later that our pile-up had made the radio traffic update. Not a good way to gain some personal publicity.
Anyway, after the accident, my chronic neck and shoulder pains began. I went to the doctor to make sure nothing was seriously wrong; he gave me some prescription muscle relaxers, but all I really wanted was for someone to get in there and work out my tense shoulder spasms!
I didn't know any massage therapists at this point, so my solution was to seek out my friends who (a) possessed strong hands and (b) had enough patience to deal with my frequent requests for a serious neck-rub.
Very quickly, I decided that some kneading out for my upper trapezius trumped a Flexeril tablet every time! :)
Actually, it took several years until I had the opportunity to go to massage school. But, during that time after my car accident, I gained a better appreciation for natural treatments. I knew I wanted to help other people feel better this way!
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