A Two-fer Plus

About midway through 2022, it had been about a year since my parents passed away and I was still struggling…a lot. I spent about 3 months running around like a chicken with its head cut off taking care of my parents’ estate. We did not have to go through probate so we didn’t have a waiting period on anything, and I was trying to get everything wrapped up before my older brother had to go back home to Florida. He was helping me a lot with getting things taken care of. We weren’t quite finished with everything when he finally had to go home, so the rest of it I had to handle by myself.

Once everything was finished and my parents’ house was sold, things finally settled down for me. So, I went home, sat down in the recliner that my dad used to sit in all the time, and never got back up – except for work.

The company I worked for (actually, I worked for an agent, not the company) had become the greediest in their industry, as far as I could tell. The company had also become “woke,” involving themselves in the trans agenda by pushing “Gender Cool,” a movement that the companies biggest competitor had abandoned due to backlash from customers. The company also stopped advertising on Twitter after Elon Musk took over, which, if you understand the dynamic on Twitter, it was tant amount to the company saying they didn’t believe in free speech.

The original agent that I worked for was talking about retiring. Several years prior (during the Obama administration), he had to let me go because of the economy. However, he talked to another agent who agreed to take me on. But the new agent and I clashed, and I ended up leaving not too long after I had transferred there. A few years later, during the Trump administration, my old boss re-hired me since the economy was treating him much better.

Fast forward again to mid-2022 when my boss was talking about retiring. This time, I asked if instead of shipping me off to another agent, that he would allow me to go on unemployment (I want to stress here that I’ve never taken a day of unemployment in my life. I’ve always been employed or in school…this was not normal for me to ask for such a thing). I explained that it would give me time to get my head together, to decide what I wanted to do with my life and to work on a resume which I hadn’t done in a couple decades. He did some checking to make sure it wouldn’t interfere with his financials before agreeing that he would not put me with another agent. I wouldn’t have to worry about it seriously yet, though – he wasn’t looking at retirement for another 4-5 years.

About a month went by after having the conversation about unemployment, and out of the blue there was a buyer for the agency. It was happening much faster than planned, but I was okay with it. Until…my boss promised me to the new agent.

Here was my dilemma: if I told the new incoming agent that I wasn’t going to work for him, it could jeopardize the sale of the agency. But I also couldn’t let the new agent think for 3 months that I would be there only to not be there. I suspect my boss knew enough about me to know that I would choose to continue on with the new boss so that I wouldn’t have to lie and leave him hanging.

So, the new guy entered the picture and I stayed on with him. Unfortunately, the greediness of the company skyrocketed right about the same time the new agent took over. My entire job had become a combination of reminding people their payment was due, *trying* to explain to people why they were paying so much when there was no justification for it, and being yelled at all the time. I wasn’t helping anybody; I was only hurting them a little bit less by finding a discount for them here and there.

I began praying that if God wanted me to leave, that He would have to drop a job in my lap because He knew I wouldn’t job hunt. I just didn’t have it in me. I didn’t have the time or the energy to scour want ads, I didn’t even know *where* the help wanted ads were anymore, it had been so long since I had to look for a job. Plus, being over 50, who would want to hire me?

In the course of the year prior, I had also developed a lot of medical conditions, most likely due to the stress from the loss of my parents (a whole other story, but it wasn’t just a “simple” case of losing my parents). And during the previous several weeks I had developed new issues. You have to understand that for the first 52 years of my life, I never had a serious health issue. I ate what I wanted and was a smoker, but I did get exercise in the form of walking daily as much as possible.

So, when I quit smoking and quit drinking caffeine (I’m not sure which was harder), I guess I wasn’t expecting to develop health issues AFTERWARDS. I digress. But after my parents died, once the craziness settled down, I pretty much became a hermit.

Please keep in mind that my parents’ deaths along with other events of 2020+ contributed to the reason I did not trust doctors, and I also didn’t have insurance so I wasn’t trying to rack up a bunch of medical bills when I was finally in a spot where I was debt free. I self-diagnosed a lot, knowing that I could be wrong.

I was certain I had diabetes for several reasons. I developed knee and ankle pain and inflammation. I had terrible dental pain, but I began using a coconut oil pull and the pain has disappeared. I also had horribly bumpy skin on my arms whereas before I always had very soft, smooth skin. The toenails on my two big toes had become very brittle, and one had become very, very thick – besides having issues with ingrown toenails. Another condition with an unknown cause was very concerning: I had a sore on my leg that developed and would not go away. I’ll spare you the gory details. I did go to a prompt care but was not given a diagnosis. I was only given antibiotics that I couldn’t take because they were in the same family of an antibiotic that made me go temporarily blind. I was also given prescription antibiotic ointment, which did absolutely nothing. This was pretty much how I thought it would go, so I’m honestly not sure why I even bothered.

One particular evening, I was watching YouTube videos and the antibiotics were sitting right next to me. I kept eying them, thinking that maybe I could just take one and it would help. I don’t know why I even considered it, because the antibiotic was in the same family as one that had caused me to go temporarily blind after only one pill – and temporary blindness was listed as a possible side effect of the pills in front of me now. I got up to distract myself by cleaning my house and when I came back, the video that was playing when I left the room was over, and a new one was playing. A doctor was talking about how prescription drugs – and not just painkillers – were a leading cause of death. I had my answer on the antibiotic. But that’s not where this story ends.

I kept a very close eye on the sore for several weeks, telling God that He knew what it would take to get me to go to the doctor and that I wasn’t going to go again unless He told me loud and clear that I needed to go. So, the sore just festered, sometimes looking worse, sometimes looking better, but never actually getting better and never getting to the point that I was convinced I needed to see another doctor.

So there I was, hating my job but not willing to look for another one, and with all sorts of health problems but not willing to be seen or treated by a doctor. I know to most people I sound very stubborn and probably not very bright. But I trusted God. I REALLY trusted God. And not to ruin the ending for you, but I promised him if he healed me of this sore that I would give Him the glory and people would know about it!

Backing up a bit, a couple years ago, before I got kicked off Facebook, I reconnected with someone from high school who eventually led me to the only online social group that I’m in now. The members of the group had been talking about a holistic health and wellness center that uses light, tones, heat, frequencies, oxygen and hydrogen to heal the body. I decided to give them a try and scheduled a treatment.

Later that evening, somebody in the social group posted that center was hiring. I would simply say that the rest is history, but no…there’s more to this story.

I very strongly felt that God was dropping this job in my lap and knew that I had to apply. This was the first job that I applied for in I don’t know how many years – for the longest time, jobs had literally just been handed to me even when I wasn’t looking. So, I went for one more treatment and on the way out I asked the manager about the job opening before going home and applying.

The phone interview went very well, so well in fact that I very much suspected that I would get the job. The only thing that I was a bit stumped on was how much to ask for in pay. I already knew I’d be taking a cut in pay due to part-time hours starting out. And I didn’t expect that I’d make as much per hour as I made at my previous job. And I was okay with all that. But the one thing that I wanted to say but couldn’t was that if the treatments weren’t free then I couldn’t take the job because I wouldn’t be able to afford treatments AND a pay cut. Well, I did not have to say that because the manager brought it up. Treatments for me would be free if I worked there.

Within one week of applying, I had the job. The pay was $1/hour less than what I made at my former job, but $1/hour more than I asked for. Plus – free treatments. And it hadn’t been two full months yet before I was full time.

There was another unexpected perk to working there that I didn’t know about, but God knows what we need: I’m surrounded by Christians – the owner, the manager – even most of the customers (maybe even all of them, for all I know). I could write a whole other article on that aspect alone! Perhaps I will someday.

So, I finally have a job doing something that HELPS others where I’m surrounded by like-minded people and I didn’t have to make any real sacrifices. Oh, AND it’s only about half the distance from my house as my old job was – which wasn’t very far to begin with. But now, if I wanted to walk, I could.

But the piece de resistance – the moment you’ve all been waiting for – is how the equipment there (along with hydrogen water that I never knew about until I worked there) has helped my medical conditions. The skin on my arms is back to being smooth and soft. My knees and ankles no longer hurt. My toenails appear to have come back to life as they are more than halfway grown out and the new nail coming in looks perfectly healthy. I don’t seem to be having all the symptoms anymore that I thought were diabetes, which I believe is a combination of changing my diet to organic, non-gmo wherever possible and the hydrogen inhalation machine. The sore on my leg started healing as soon as I started using the equipment. It is not completely healed quite yet but it’s well on its way. Every time I use the equipment I can visibly see a difference in the sore by either later than evening or the next morning! I had to keep it covered for almost 4 months and now the only time I cover it is when I have long pants on so it doesn’t rub against it. I do have one more medical issue that I will focus on next, but I did not want to go another day without giving God the glory for all He’s done for me.

I’m so in awe of the God we serve! He led me to exactly what I needed. He put me in touch with somebody that I went to high school with (even though we never hung out in high school). That led to the faith-based social group, which led to the wellness center, which led to the job AND healing AND a Christian environment! This turned out to be much more than a “Two-fer”!

We never know how exactly God is going to work in our lives, but we know that He knows best and it’s always for HIS good. Not that He needs it, but God has my permission to do whatever He sees fit in my life. I pray that anybody reading this would put their trust in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.