We all have turning points in life. It was 1987 and I was just about to graduate from college. I was living a fun but very full life – full-time student working 30 hours/week at a bank, hitting every 2 for 1 meal special in town – yes, the standard American college student diet – and partying whenever I could fit it in! (and I always could – who needed sleep?)
Then one Friday afternoon in broad daylight, an unexpected event – a bank robber waiting for the unsuspecting bank employee (me) to pass by pulled out a sawed-off shotgun and cocked it in my back – an unforgettable sound and feeling! We were being robbed, and I was the human shield. I watched every detail with that gun in my back, unable to move.
At the time, I was happy that he got away and no one tried to play hero – everyone survived without physical injury. (The same gentleman robbed a credit union a week later, took hostages, killed a police officer, and did not survive the event.)
I had already been living with the symptoms of hypoglycemia and fibrocystic disease – attributable to my lifestyle thus far, but about a month later, I began experiencing the unpleasant and very painful symptoms of ulcerative colitis. My doctor told me it was one of those things I’d have to live with – just stay away from raw foods, fiber and take steroids for the rest of my life – if needed we would surgically remove the colon.
But I knew there had to be more to it than that. Aside from realizing that the physical body could heal naturally, I also knew I just needed to get the gun out of my back. – it felt like it was still there, and that was precisely where the symptoms had manifested.