That Something

The Story of
That Something


Written By Dr. B.J. Palmer, D.C., PhC.
or possibly by W.W. Woodbridge


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Then Randolph turned to me.
"Man, write that story you’ve told us. Write it so that every man may read. Send that message out into the world. If men will read that story, read and re-read, until it is written on their memories, if men will believe the message you bring, and then if they will but awaken that something within their souls that now lies asleep – I say if you can make men do this, you will have done more for mankind than any man or any thousand men have done in many, many years. Write it, man, write it word for word as you have told it here, so every man may read. Write it, man, write it."
And so it has been written.

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This happened a long, long time ago.
I never see a man limp without thinking of that day.
The sky wept.
No rift of brighter color broke the drabness of it.
I thought the universe wept.
That was my outlook.
The very times were in misery.
Men were out of work.
I was one of them.
I had slept the night before on the cold, cement floor of the city’s jail. I slept as a tired dog sleeps, a dog worn out with a fruitless chase. All of the night before, I had walked, walked, walked – my pride keeping me from this place. And so the day had found me walking, aimlessly, looking only for food, shelter and work. This could not last forever, so that night I had stumbled down the low, narrow hallway of the jail, and been let into a barred cell with a hundred others. And there I had lain as one dead, on the cold, hard floor.
But it is of the day that followed that night in jail that you shall hear.
For that was the day of my life.
It was then I found "That Something."

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My feet were very tired. My soul wept with the sky.
I stood, as in a wilderness alone, on the corner of a great thoroughfare in a great city.
And then a man stopped by my side. He was of my height and build. I caught a glimpse of his face. I thought that this man might have been myself, if . . .
But my present need drove out reflections. I laid my hand on his arm. "I am hungry," I said simply.
He turned slowly and looked at me. First his gaze took in every detail of the outer man, from my water-soaked cap to my poor, cracked shoes. And then, through my eyes, he seemed to search my soul.
I stood there ashamed. I laugh when I think of that now, but it was different then.
"Well," he said presently, "suppose you were fed. What then?" I shifted my weight from one tired foot to the other. "I’d try to get a job somewhere," I muttered after a moment. "You’d try?" he asked. "Yes, try," I answered, "although there is little chance. Nobody wants men now. I'll try, sir. But I don't care for that now – it's food I want. I'm hungry. Can you help me?"
"No," he answered, a note of pity in his voice. "I cannot help you. No man can." "But you could feed me," I said, with some petulance in my voice. "It is not food you need!" "What then?" I asked. "That Something," was his reply.
A man joined him. They began talking of matters of mutual interest. I was shuffling away through the drizzling, miserable rain, when he called me back and handed me his card. "Man, go find ‘That Something’," he said, "and when you’ve found it, come to me." "Come to you for what?" I asked. "To thank me," was his answer, and he and his friend passed on.

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There were two words that stuck in my memory. "That Something!" I fell to wondering. I turned into a pool room, and found a seat. I sat there thinking. The balls on the tables before me clicked nickels away from men who could ill afford the pleasures of the place. I sat there a long, long time. There was nowhere else to go.
Ahead of me I saw another night in jail. Yet the day seemed longer than the night. It was warm in there. The hum of voices, the regular click, click, click of ivory, the occasional thumping of cue on marble floor – all this in time developed into a dull chorus of monotony. And then I fell asleep.
I believe in God. I believe in miracles. I believe in visions as well. But it is only natural that I should have dreamed of "That Something" – so perhaps it was neither miracle nor vision.
You will think it is a foolish dream; yet it changed my life. That’s reason enough for the telling. You may laugh at it scornfully; then my dream will do you no good. You may see in it what I saw; then you will take your place with the masters of men.

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This was my dream: I dreamed that I awoke! That is the most wonderful part of the dream; for in my dream I realized that I had been asleep – a long, long sleep from the very beginning of things – and I saw myself, there in the pool room, asleep. Then I saw myself start, my eyes opened, and I dreamed that I saw.
"What awakened me?" I asked in my dream. "You awakened yourself," answered a voice nearby. I turned about, but no one was near. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am 'That Something'," came the reply. "But where are you?" "I am hidden in your soul."

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For some moments I thought over what was said. Then I stammered, "How – how did you get there?" "I was born there." "Why have I not known you were there before?" "No man knows it," answered the voice, "until he awakes." "Are you in other men’s souls, as well?" "There is 'That Something' in every man’s soul, which can move the mountains or dry the seas." "Then you must be Faith!" "Yes," came the answer, "I am Faith, but I am more – I am that which makes men face the fires of hell, and win." "Then you must be Confidence, as well." "Yes, I am more than Confidence – I am that which makes the babbling brooks lift worlds upon their wavelets." "You are Power," I cried. "Yes, I am more than Power," answered the voice. "I am that which makes the wretched failure lift up himself and rule the world." "You are Ambition – I know you now." "Yes, I am all you say – Faith, Confidence, Power, Ambition, and more. For greater than all is ‘That Something.’ I am that which every man must find in his soul or else he will be but a clutter of the earth on which he lives."
"But how can man find you?" "Even as you are finding me now. First you must awaken, then seek, and when you have found you must learn to control . . ." "Control what?" I asked, confused. "‘That Something’ . . . borrow it from your soul and baptize your life with it. Anoint your eyes, that you may see; anoint your ears, that you may hear; anoint your heart, that you may be!"
"But tell me," I cried frantically, for the voice was trailing off to almost nothing, "how can I do this? How? How?" "This is the secret," came the voice to me as the whisper of a gentle breeze, "these words – 'I will'."
And then I awoke with a start. A man was shaking me roughly. "Clear out of here! We ain't running no free rooming house for bums. If you want to sleep, take a sleeper, but get out of here." "I will," I answered unthinkingly, as I turned towards the door. "I will."
My words brought back the dream vividly. I stood in the doorway, peering out into the rain. A boy with a dozen bundles stopped near me to shift his load. "I’ll help you, son," I said, and laughed gladly as I took half his load and started with him down the street. "Gee, mister, dat’s pretty square of you, all right. How far are you going this way?" "Where are you taking these things?" I asked. He told me. "Why, that’s right where I’m going," I answered in mock surprise. And so we hurried on our way.
It was then the clouds overhead began to break. Before we had gone half way, the sun peeped out and the boy laughed with pure delight of it. "By golly, mister, she’s going to be some handsome day tomorrow, ain’t it?" "I will," I answered absently. He looked up at me, startled by my answer, started to ask a question, thought better of it, and, giving me another queer look, trudged on in silence.
When he had delivered his packages, he turned back towards the thoroughfare; and he asked me, with the innocent impertinence of boyhood: "Say, mister, where do you work?" "Why, I’m working for you right now. It’s good to work, don’t you think?" "But ain’t you got no steady job?" "Yes," I answered firmly, "I will." Again he cast a queer look and quickened his pace.
We went together to the store at which he worked. It was the largest in the city. We hurried through a doorway at the rear, and I found myself in a large room. A man stepped up to me and asked me what I wanted. "I have come here to work." "What department? Who sent you?"
There were many men in there, packing boxes. Before I could answer his question, someone called him and he hurried away. I took off my coat, hung it on a nail, and started to work, following the example of those near me. A half hour later, the man who first accosted me passed. "Oh," he said, "so they put you at it while I was gone, did they?" "I’m doing my best, sir," I answered as I drove a nail with a bang.
And so I worked until six o’clock. The sun was very bright outside. When the six o’clock bell rang, the men began filing by the clock. "What about the clock?" I asked the man in charge. "Didn’t they give you a number?" "No." Then I told him my name, he gave me a number, and I punched out.
The boy was waiting for me at the door. "How’d you get the job?" he asked curiously. "That was secured for me before I showed up there." "Who got it for you?" "‘That Something’," was my answer. "Aw, quit stringing me. How’d you get on? I seen a dozen men trying to get on that work this morning and they was all turned down." "But," I explained with a smile, "they had never found 'That Something'." He again favored me with a queer look.
"Where do you live?" he asked finally. "I am going to find a place now." "Well, my maw keeps a boarding house – why don’t you come up to my place?"
There was but one other boarder. He was a professor of a number of ology branches at a nearby denominational college. He was a little man, with unreasonable hair on his face and very little on his head. He wore thick glasses perched on a beaked nose. His eyes were small and black like shoe buttons. He watched me as I ate. When the meal was finished, he invited me to sit with him in his room.
"I hope you don’t mind my prying," said he, "but I have been trying to figure you out." "Yes?" "I have come to the conclusion that you are a student of sociology." I laughed. "Bobby tells us you are packing boxes down at his store." I nodded assent. "Then of course it is for the study of the conditions of the working masses that you are down there." "Yes," I admitted, "I am very much interested in conditions of the masses right now." "Then you can help me; I am writing a series of papers on that very subject. Will you answer me this, please. What is it that keeps the underdog down? What is it that the upper ten possess that the under ten thousand do not have?" "Why, it’s ‘That Something,’" I answered. "What do you mean? Education? Environment?"
Before my mind was flashed the picture of my boyhood. I saw my room on the top floor of a city block building. I saw myself sleeping in the drygoods boxes in alleys, and by the boilers in boats on the river. Yes, I was an alley-cat and a wharf-rat. I saw myself placed at the mercy of five stepmothers and a father engrossed in his science. I saw myself working, gaining little or no schooling. And then, in the twinkling of an eye, the scene changed and I saw that awful room, with a hundred men lying around me on the cold, hard floor.
"No," I answered thoughtfully, "it is neither of those things. ‘That Something' is entirely different. I don’t know just what it is, but I am going to find it, pin it down, and then I will tell you more of it."
As I looked into his face, I noticed the same puzzled expression the boy had worn. So, by mutual consent, the subject was changed and we talked of trivial things.
For a week or more, I packed boxes and drove nails. I was a good packer. I made 'That Something' work with me all the time.

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One day, I noticed the shipping clerk had more work than he could handle. There were idle men in the department. They could do nothing until he checked up to them.
I laid down my hammer, walked over to where he stood, and said, "I am to help you this afternoon." He looked up with a start. "Oh," he exclaimed. "Well, that’s good. I’m glad they have sense enough to give me somebody to help out, at last." He handed me a bunch of papers and made room for me at the desk.
The superintendent of the department was out of the room at the time. Presently he returned and glanced at me curiously. "So they’ve got you helping Dickey?" he said. I shrugged my shoulders without looking up, and continued figuring.
When I left the room that night, the superintendent of the department joined me. "Say," he said, "I never did get onto how you were put in there. What’s the idea? Working through to learn the business?" "Yes," I answered with confidence, "just that. I am to learn every detail of it." "I thought something of the kind. To which one of ‘em are you related?" "I do not think it wise to discuss that at this time," was my answer. "Oh sure," he hastened to say, "I don't mean to be inquisitive. Anything I can do to help you, let me know." And then he left me.
The shipping clerk was a bright young fellow. I liked him, and he liked me. One day, shortly after I had received my first raise in wages, he came to me with a problem. That night I stayed down with him and we worked it out together. We soon got in the habit of staying down one night each week, working over his systems.
He lacked originality. I helped him. He had been doing things just like the fellow before him. The business had been growing rapidly – practically doubled. We worked out an improved system. We drew up forms; planned out every detail. One day he carried our plans to the man in authority.
There came up a question which the shipping clerk did not quite understand, so they sent for me. My approach was far different from that of the sniveling beggar who had asked the man on the street corner for food.
The man in authority looked at me in surprise. "Who are you?" I handed him my card. "You are packing boxes?" he asked in surprise. "I am in the packing room – temporarily."
Then he went over the shipping clerk’s plans in detail. "I think they’re all right. I’ll have these forms sent to the printer in the morning," said the man in authority.
As we turned to leave the office, he called me back. "How long have you been in the packing rooms?" "Sixty-three days," I answered. "You’ve been there long enough. There is nothing more for you to learn there, is there?" "No." He studied me for a while in silence. "Funny neither of them has said anything about you," he said at length, speaking half to himself. "I suppose the old man’s idea was for you to work out your own salvation – is that it?" "In a way," I replied. "What any man accomplishes must eventually come from ‘That Something’ within him."
He pondered this for a moment. Then he scrawled a few words on a piece of paper. "Hand that to Perkins in the Auditing Department tomorrow morning and we’ll see how you show up there." I thanked him and turned to leave the room. "And say," calling me back; "better forget about my having said anything about your relations with the old man. After all, you see, it’s none of my business." "Certainly," I answered, and left the room.
Three month’s later, I left Bob’s mother’s boarding house. It hurt me to do this. She had been almost a mother to me. There was a home life about the place which I had learned to love. Even the little hairy Ology Professor and his fanciful theories had become dear to me. But ‘That Something’ demanded that I move on. So I moved on up the hill.
I arranged for a room at a quiet boarding house. It was at the suggestion of the man in authority that I chose his boarding house. So we became acquaintances, then friends; and never once did the man in authority mention the fact that I was "learning the business."

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And so a year rolled ‘round. It was the time Perkins took his vacation. I was given the place until he returned. One day the old man came into the office. He looked at me keenly. Soon the man in authority came in; the old man called him aside. I overheard a portion of their conversation. "Who’s the man at Perkins’ desk?" the old man asked. The man in authority mentioned my name. "Funny I never heard of him before." The man in authority gasped. The rest was spoken in guarded tones, and I heard no word further.
That night, the man in authority came into my sitting room.
"Say," he began, "you’ve certainly got me locoed or something of the sort. I have been figuring you all along as a ward or a long lost cousin of the old man. Now, today he comes in and jumps on me about putting you in this place of responsibility without first knowing all about you. Of course, I know you’re all right but, by Jupiter, I’m placed in a deucedly unholy kind of light."
"What’s all the trouble?" I asked. "My work going wrong?"
"I should say not; but that’s aside from the question. What’s got me going is how the dickens you did it. How you got to hold down the most responsible job on the works without anybody knowing just what you really are. Tell me about yourself, will you?"
"I was born of poor but honest parents in a small coal-mining town of What Cheer, Iowa, in the year 1881. My father peddled fish in a wheelbarrow; my mother died when I was one and one-half years old –".
"Oh, cut that bunk. Tell me to whom you are related, or who is backing you up. It’s pull that counts these days. Who gave you your start with the company?"

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I leaned back in my leather Morris chair. Memory brought back the picture of that drab day of just one year before. And that brought to my mind the card that had been given me.
I had not thought of it before until that minute. I arose, went to a closet where hung the very suit I had worn on that eventful day. I had kept it as a souvenir of my awakening. As I had hoped, the card was in a pocket of the shabby vest. For the first time, I read the name engraved thereon:


MATTHEW MORRISON RANDOLPH
BONDS


I handed the card to the man in authority. He read it with wandering eyes. Now, Randolph was the silent partner of the business.
Impossible coincidence? You may think so. I know men who believe success is impossible. And to them, success is impossible. And so perhaps you believe this impossible. But I tell you it as it happened.
"Funny Randolph never mentioned your name to the old man. Anyway, I wish I’d known this when he was talking about you today." "I’m glad you didn’t," I answered with a short laugh. "Why?" he asked, puzzled. "Go there to the phone and call up Randolph. I think he’ll tell you why." "But–" he began. "Go on and call him up. I want you to," I insisted.
In a moment, Randolph was on the line.
"Ask him," I insisted. The man in authority did so. I watched the changing expressions on his face. "You-say-you-never-heard-of-the-man!" gasped the man in authority. "Why, he’s holding down the most responsible job on the place."
"Better let me talk to Mr. Randolph," I interrupted. His hand was trembling as he surrendered the phone.
"Mr. Randolph," I said, "I know you do not remember my name, for I am quite sure you have never heard it. You may remember, however, one miserable day a year ago when a beggar asked you for food."
"Well, go on," came a crisp voice over the phone.
"You may also remember telling that beggar that it was not food he needed – it was ‘That Something,’ and that alone. Well, Mr. Randolph, I am the beggar to whom you spoke and I have found 'That Something.’ I have learned to use it, and I want to thank you for having shown me the way. When may I have the opportunity of telling you about it?"
An hour later the story you have just heard was told to a strange trio: the man in authority, the professor of ologies, and Matthew Morrison Randolph. From time to time, as I told the tale, Randolph nodded his head in approval and I noticed a strange light begin to glow in the little professor’s eyes. When I had finished, we sat for a long time in silence, broken at last by Randolph, who said:
"And now tell me just what you think ‘That Something’ really is?"
I shook my head in dismay. "You folks know as much as I do about it," I answered. "But of this one thing I am convinced, through and through. It is real human power, as truly real as the commercial electrical current. It is the power of the inner man, the fuel of the soul machine. It is the one thing necessary. Until we awaken ‘That Something’ of the soul, we bear on our muscles those who have found ‘That Something.’ And we bear them on up the mountain to take their places among the masters of men. ‘That Something’ lies dormant in every soul until aroused. With many, it sleeps until the last great sleep. Sometimes it does not wake until the man stands tottering on the border of the grave. Sometimes it is found by the child playing by its mother’s knee. A man’s success depends alone on ‘That Something.’ ‘That Something’ of his soul. Abraham Lincoln found it when a lad. It warmed the cold floor on which he lay and studied. It added light to the flickering glow of the wood fire, that he might see to read. It spurred him on, and on, and on. ‘That Something’ is an awful force. It made of a puny, Corsican the ruler of the world! It made of a thin-chested bookkeeper the money king of a great country! It made Edison the great man of his age! It made Carnegie! It made Woodrow Wilson! It made Roosevelt! It can make you! It is now in your soul! Awaken it – now! ‘That Something’."

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Again the silence followed. I watched the professor of many ologies. I saw the kindled fires in his eyes gradually die out. He shook his head wearily. "No, it can’t be done; it can’t be done," he murmured. "I have drunk deeply of the cup of life and I am now drinking the dregs. The cup is filled but once, and when it is gone there’s nothing left but the dregs of old age and poverty."
"You fool," cried Randolph, leaning forward and shaking the little man roughly. "You almost had ‘That Something’ in your power, and now you sing it back to sleep with your silly song of pessimism. It’s the false philosophy, which such as you sing, which has kept men in the ruts of their own digging for centuries past. Wake, man, wake! Wake ‘That Something’ within your soul!"
The two men sat looking deeply into each other’s eyes. It was the little man who broke the silence. "Thank you, Randolph," he said quietly. "You are right. I will."

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Then Randolph turned to me.
"Man, write that story you’ve told us. Write it so that every man may read. Send that message out into the world. If men will read that story, read and reread, until it is written on their memories; if men will believe the message you bring, and then if they will but awaken that something within their souls that now lies asleep – I say if you can make men do this, you will have done more for mankind than any man or any thousand men have done in many, many years. Write it, man, write it word for word as you have told it here, so every man my read. Write it, man, write it!"
And so it has been written.
You who have heard it through, I pray that you may hear it every word again and again until ‘That Something’ of your souls has been aroused, and you have taken your places among the rulers of the world.


THE END
WHICH IS
THE BEGINNING.

What About Listening to your body?

Have you ever heard of having your stomach pumped? For years I thought that meant to stick a tube down your throat and suck out the contents??? But, what actually happens is they pump in activated charcoal in a slurry liquid form. Yuck! But the reason they do that is because charchol absorbs what it comes in contact with. So if you've ingested poison, overdosed on drugs, or have been given something toxic - pump in the charcoal. It's part of the "Universal Antidote". The charcoal will absorb the noxious substance.

Okay, so what about listening to your body? So often people are creatures of comfort. If you have an episode of nausea - and let's say you've got a stomach virus, or perhaps a little case of food poison. Your body's natural tendency is to initiate that vomit reflex. Why? to get the yuck out as fast as possible. Vomitting is your body's way of getting something irritating, toxic or noxious out pdq. BUT who likes to vomit? So what we've been conditioned to do is to "take something" to stop the unpleasant vomitting. But, what have you done? Stop your body from doing it's job in the natural recovery process. Now, the vomitting stops, then the noxious substance doesn't get out, but passes a little farther down the tube. Then oh, no! here comes the diarrhea. It may take a week to recover from the stomach "bug".

What About Listening TO Your Body? Recognize the innate intelligence and wisdom of the body in attempting to rid itself of toxins. How can you assist? Instead of interfering? Charcoal! Perhaps keep some activated charcoal in capsule form in your medicine kit. No charcaol - no worries; just burn some toast (black) scrape the charcoal off onto a cup, add a little water to make a slurry & drink it down. What happens is the charcoal absorbs the toxins (virus, poisons, etc) and it will stop the vommitting and will pass within 24 hours out, no diarrhea either.

So next time the nausea & vommiting begins reach for the charcoal. Work with your body instead of against it.

Vitamin C to Reduce Stroke Risk

I'm passing this along from Agora Lifestyles Newletter

According to the findings of a large European-based study, increased
blood levels of vitamin C may reduce the risk of stroke by as much as
42 per cent.

Increased levels of the vitamin, associated with increased intake of
fruit and vegetables, were found to offer significant cardiovascular
benefits among the 20,649 men and women taking part in the European
Prospective Investigation into Cancer.

The researchers, led by Phyo Myint from the University of Cambridge,
claim that blood levels of the vitamin could be used as a biological
marker of lifestyle used to identify people at high risk of stroke.

Myint said: "An intriguing possibility is that the plasma vitamin C
concentration is a good marker of a wider range of health behaviours,
such as fruit and vegetable consumption, that may be protective against
stroke. It is also plausible that vitamin C may biochemically affect
stroke risk."

Strokes occur when blood clots or an artery bursts in the brain and
interrupts the blood supply to a part of the brain. It is the leading
cause of disability and the third leading cause of death in Europe and
the US.

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Assessing the results
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Myint and his fellow researchers followed the subjects for 9.5 years
and documented 448 strokes during this time. The subjects completed a
health and lifestyle questionnaire at the start of the study, and blood
samples were taken to measure vitamin C levels.

The highest average blood levels of vitamin C (greater than 66
micromoles per litre) were associated with a 42 per cent lower risk of
stroke, compared to the lowest average blood levels (less than 41
micromoles per litre), after adjusting the results for potentially
confounding factors such as age, sex, smoking habits, alcohol
consumption, blood pressure, cholesterol levels, BMI, physical
activity, and use of supplements.

When the Cambridge researchers excluded participants who consumed
vitamin C-containing supplements the results were the same, indicating
that the benefits could have been from vitamin C-rich foods, such as
fruit and vegetables.

"We believe that these findings are of interest for several reasons,"
stated the researchers. "First, the strong inverse association between
plasma vitamin C and stroke suggests that plasma vitamin C is likely to
be a good biomarker of whatever causal factors affect stroke risk, most
plausibly the dietary intake of plant foods.

"Second, irrespective of any causal associations, plasma vitamin C
appears to be a good predictive risk indicator of stroke, independent
of known risk factors such as age, BP, smoking, lipids, diabetes, and
BMI.

"Given that about half of the risk of stroke is unexplained by
conventional cardiovascular disease risk factors and that the
predictive validity of traditional cardiovascular disease risk factors
appears to diminish with age, risk markers that may help to identify
those persons at greatest risk of stroke for targeted preventive
interventions with established therapies, such as BP reduction, may be
of interest."
Source: American Journal of Clinical Nutrition, January 2008, Volume
87, Pages 64-69

New Marker for Debilitating Disease

Much news has been made recently about homocysteine levels becoming a new critical marker for heart disease and stroke -- possibly being even more important than cholesterol levels. Now it seems that high levels of this amino acid also have been linked to osteoporosis. To find out more, I spoke with Kilmer McCully, MD, probably the most respected authority on homocysteine in America and author of The Homocysteine Revolution (Keats).

BACKGROUND ON HOMOCYSTEINE

Homocysteine is a naturally occurring metabolite of the amino acid L-methionine used by the body for many functions including detoxification. It normally shows up in the blood at levels of about 6 millimeters(mm) to 8 mm for women and 8 mm to 12 mm for men. As long as the body keeps levels in check, there's not much of a problem. However, homocysteine may be toxic and inflammatory when in excess, and this can lead to serious consequences, including heart disease.

Dr. McCully first became interested in homocysteine back in the 1960s when he came across a few unusual cases involving children with atherosclerosis, a heart disease that generally is associated with much older people. Dr. McCully also found atherosclerosis scattered through the arteries of a boy who had died of a stroke. After some rigorous detective work, he noted that all these children had high levels of homocysteine. In 1969, he wrote his first paper suggesting that homocysteine was causing artherosclerotic plaque. Now, 35 years and a substantial amount of research later, it is well accepted that elevated homocysteine is a risk factor for vascular disease.

LINK TO OSTEOPOROSIS

So the connection to cardiovascular disease is well-known -- but what about the connection to osteoporosis? Could high homocysteine levels really have a correlation with osteoporosis? And if so, what can be done about it?

"Osteoporosis is a prominent feature of children with high levels of homocysteine. About two-thirds of the children with high levels of homocysteine also have severe osteoporosis," said Dr. McCully. "They also get scoliosis, a curvature of the spine, and have an increased risk for fractures. More recently, we've found that adult patients with elevated homocysteine also have an increased risk for osteoporosis."

Dr. McCully explained that the osteoporosis connection was revealed through a rather ingenious study in Japan, published in The Journal of the American Medical Association in the spring of this year. The study was done on stroke victims who, for reasons not completely understood, have a much greater risk for hip fractures. The Japanese researchers divided a number of stroke patients into two groups and followed them for two years. One group was given a combination of 5 milligrams (mg) of folic acid and 1,500 micrograms (mcg) of vitamin B-12 while the other group received a placebo. Researchers wanted to see if the B vitamins would reduce hip fractures in this high-risk population. The results were dramatic: In the placebo group, 43 people had hip fractures, but in the vitamin group, only 10 did. And, homocysteine levels dropped in the treatment group by 38%, while they increased in the placebo group.

Could homocysteine be the connection? It sure looks like it. "Two other studies, in Germany and the Netherlands, also demonstrated that patients with higher homocysteine have a higher risk for osteoporotic fracture," Dr. McCully said. "It's likely that homocysteine affects the matrix upon which calcium and other minerals are deposited in the bone. This matrix becomes calcified during bone formation. Homocysteine seems to affect the formation of this matrix in a negative way." Dr. McCully also pointed out that men are less susceptible to osteoporosis than women, probably because testosterone maintains the bone matrix better. In women, it's a double whammy since osteoporosis risk goes up after menopause, and -- for reasons not fully understood -- so do homocysteine levels.

GETTING CONTROL OF HOMOCYSTEINE LEVELS

How do we bring homocysteine down?

"Easily," Dr. McCully replied. "It can be done with dietary improvement and by increasing B vitamins. Eliminate processed foods, including flour and sugar, and eat more fresh vegetables, fresh meats, fresh fruits and whole grains." The three vitamins which have been shown to markedly reduce homocysteine are B-6, folic acid and B-12. "Only about 400 mcg of folic acid and 3.5 mg of B-6 are needed," said Dr. McCully.

Vitamin B-12 is another story, since older people have a harder time absorbing it. "About 15% of people over age 65 are deficient in B-12," Dr. McCully told me, "but not because they don't eat enough -- they don't absorb it well." He recommends taking B-12 (at least 1,000 mcg) sublingually -- under the tongue -- as directed on the bottle, since part of it is absorbed directly through the mucous membranes. Make sure that the B-12 is in either the hydroxycobalamine or methylcobalamine form. The conventional cyanocobalamine is poorly absorbed through the mucous membranes. The bottle will indicate which kind it is.

The take-home point: Get your homocysteine checked by a blood test. Improve your diet and talk to a trained professional about B-12, B-6 and folic acid supplements. Assuming proper dosing, taking these supplements is one of the easiest possible things you can do to improve your health and reduce your risk for both heart disease and osteoporosis.

Note: Juice Plus+ has been shown to reduce homocysteine in two separate published studies. These studies are available for review at our website below.

Wellness Today

Spread the Word about Lifelong Health and Wellness
Edited by David E. Wade, DC, CCSP, CCST
Doctors of chiropractic are recognized as capable, efficient providers of health care services, particularly for their emphasis on preventing illness and promoting health and wellness.
A recent two-part study sought to specify the role and use of maintenance care (MC) within the chiropractic profession. Part I focused specifically on chiropractors' attitudes toward MC and the preferred types of MC provided in U.S. chiropractic offices; part II addressed the frequency of MC use by the elderly.
Results from part I
€ Chiropractors agree that the primary functions of maintenance care are to optimize health, prevent conditions from developing, reduce/relieve conditions, and minimize the recurrence of such conditions.
€ They also agree that MC should combine exercise, chiropractic adjustments/manipulation, and dietary and lifestyle changes.
€ While MC is recommended to nearly 80% of chiropractic patients, only 34% actually receive such care.
Results from part II:
€ Elderly patients make an average of 17 visits per year for chiropractic MC.
€ These patients report making only half the annual number of visits to medical doctors compared with the national average.
€ Stretching exercises, aerobic exercises, dietary advice and other prevention strategies are also recommended for this age group.
The moral to this story is clear: Chiropractors believe in providing well-balanced preventive care that focuses on maintaining wellness and dealing with potential health problems. Many people take advantage of this opportunity, but many more have yet to receive the benefits chiropractic can offer. Do you have friends or family who've never been to a chiropractor? Tell them about your experiences and help them follow the same road to wellness you've chosen.
Reference:
Rupert RL. A survey of practice patterns and the health promotion and prevention attitudes of U.S. chiropractors. Maintenance care, part I. Also: Rupert RL, Manello D, Sandefur R. Maintenance care: health promotion services administered to U.S. chiropractic patients aged 65 and older: part II. Journal of Manipulative and Physiological Therapeutics, Jan. 2000: Vol. 23, No. 1, pp1-9 and 10-19.

Spinal Decompression

Spinal Decompression
The New Way to Treat Herniated Discs Without Surgery
By Dr. David E Wade, DC, CCSP, CCST
If you’re suffering from a herniated disc and your current therapy has not yielded sufficient benefit, you should ask chiropractic doctors Cornelius or McManus if you might be a candidate for spinal decompression therapy.

What is spinal decompression therapy?
It’s a non-surgical, traction-based treatment for herniated or bulging discs in the neck and low back. Anyone who has back, neck, arm or leg pain caused by a degenerated or damaged disc may be helped by spinal decompression therapy. Specific conditions that may be helped by this therapeutic procedure include herniated or bulging discs, spinal stenosis, sciatica, facet syndrome, spondylosis or even failed spinal surgery.

Many patients, some with magnetic resonance imaging (MRI)-documented disc herniations, have achieved “good” to “excellent” results after spinal decompression therapy.
The computerized traction head on the decompression table or machine is the key to the therapy’s effectiveness. The preprogrammed patterns for ramping up and down the amount of axial distraction eliminate muscle guarding and permit decompression to occur at the disc level. This creates a negative pressure within the disc, allowing the protruded or herniated portion to be pulled back within the normal confines of the disc, which permits healing to occur.

Your specific treatment plan will be determined by the doctor after your examination. Based on research and my clinical experience, the best results are achieved with 20 sessions over a six-week period. To reduce inflammation and assist the healing process, supporting structures sometimes are treated with passive therapies (ice/heat/muscle stimulation), chiropractic adjustments (when indicated) and/or active rehabilitation in order to strengthen the spinal musculature. The complete rehabilitation protocol lasts 12 to 16 weeks.
The cost for 20 sessions can range from $3,500 to $5,000 or more. While this may seem like a lot, it is very reasonable, considering the cost and potential adverse outcomes associated with spine surgery.

Spinal decompression therapy has saved many people from spinal surgery. If you are suffering from a degenerated or herniated disc, I encourage you to explore safe and effective spinal decompression therapy before risking surgery. The rationale for treating a herniated disc without resorting to surgery has research support on its side: According to a recent study in the Journal of the American Medical Association, surgery is no more effective than non-invasive treatments, including chiropractic care, for patients with lumbar disc herniation causing sciatica.

Ask chiropractic doctor Cornelius or McManus for more information about spinal decompression and if you might be a candidate. If they can’t help you, they can refer you to someone who could.

What Does It Mean?
Not familiar with some of the terminology in this article? Don’t worry: Here’s a brief explanation of what these terms mean in relation to your spine.

Anulus Fibrosus: The tough outer ring of a vertebral disc; it encases the nucleus pulposus (see description below) within the disc.
Facet Syndrome: An irritation of one or more of the joints on the back of the spinal vertebrae, which comprise the spinal column.
Herniated Disc: Displacement of the center of a vertebral disc through a crack in the outer layer. Disc herniation can put pressure on spinal nerves and cause pain.
Muscle Guarding: Muscle spasming, often in response to a painful stimulus.
Nucleus Pulposus: A gel-like substance within each intervertebral disc, surrounded by the anulus fibrosus.
Sciatica: Pain in the lower back, buttocks, hips, or adjacent anatomical structures, frequently attributable to spinal dysfunction.
Spinal Stenosis: Narrowing of the spine at one or more of three locations: in the center of the spine, where nerves branch from the spine, or in the space between vertebrae. This puts pressure on spinal nerves and can cause pain.
Spondylosis: Otherwise known as spinal arthritis, spondylosis is a degenerative condition in which spinal discs weaken, particularly with age.

Wellness Today

I am excited about the opportunity we have to communicate wellness principles. Our office will be co-hosting a Senior Health and Fitness Day along with our local Shopping Mall. We expect 50 plus vendors to share their information geared towards Senior Wellness Concepts: see www.wellnesseducationfoundation.org. We have also partnered with Hands on Volunteer Network, HealthierUS, and Health Care providers across the country to promote wellness to the world. Lot's of idesa out there - what's yours?