Sometimes when I am square in between someone’s shoulder
blades, I find myself thinking about how some of these knots got there.
Most are whiplashes and hard work – a traffic encounter followed
by running a lathe at the machine shop, or writing some intensely detailed
thesis. No fun involved.
Once in a while somebody has a different combination.
This gentleman had back pain. He told me he had a brand new
promotion and lots of extra stress with it.
As I worked on massaging his muscles, he told me the one fun
thing about the promotion.
He celebrated by getting the dream car. Not that I know that
much about cars, he was clearly having a ball driving his super-charged,
T-topped Corvette.
“Have any trouble getting in and out of the car?” I asked.
There followed a long, ugly pause. His back stiffened.
“Some.”
Never mess with a dream.
“Tell you what, I bet you will love that car even more when
I show you a couple of tricks
on getting in and out that will help your back.”
“Um. OK.” He started to relax.
Should this client be driving a roller skate with jet packs?
Heck no.
But oh heck, later, when I stood looking at the Cherry-red
(never maroon) super-finish of this slinky corvette I had to say: “Some people
have all the toys!”
“Want a ride?
“You bet!”
Hair flying in the wind, I had to wonder: How am I going to
get out of this car?