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I mentioned Matt my masseur in my previous blog . . . The story of how Matt and I were brought together is a good one . . . One of those where it's clear to me that the Universe set in motion a series of synchronistic events to get us together, so he could fix my shoulder and then various other body parts that will kick up occasionally (I go the the gym regularly, and work hard, so you gotta know stuff is going to happen every so often) . . . And at the same time, I could help him in a completely different way . . .
This goes back to April '07 . . . During a workout, I felt a slight twinge in my right shoulder . . . Nothing big, just a small something . . . During the next couple of weeks, it was still there and getting slighty worse . . . Still, no big thing . . . YET!! I kept on with my workouts, but was beginning to notice that I was having to work around it more and more . . . By August, it was so bad I knew I had to shut it down for a while . . . It was August 10th, a Friday, and I was standing looking at the pull up machine and thinking, This is completely insane! Snake had better take a little time off . . . I was leaving for Los Angeles the next day anyway for ten days, so by the time I return, it'll be better, right? Wrong . . . It actually got worse . . . I was in more pain when I returned than when I left . . .
What to do? I called a physio establishment nearby and set up an appointment . . . Multiple appointments later, many dollars spent, and absolutely NO progress . . . My range of motion is still restricted, the pain level hasn't decreased, and my frustration level is going through the roof . . . Not only that, I didn't like the physio at all . . . She was cold, and I felt, more than a little uncaring about my anatomical dilemma . . . I bailed out of that, and was left wondering, What now??
One day not long after that, I'm sitting in my office at the end of the day . . . Time to go home . . . I picked up my briefcase to leave, and then a thought came literally out of nowhere . . . Why not call my good friend Steve in Oakville? So, that's what happened . . . Steve answered and we were chatting, and the conversation eventually got around to my shoulder, and my frustration and not really knowing what route to go with it . . . Just at that moment, a colleague named Kristin walked into my office to use a computer, as her's was doing some funky things and was unusable . . . Kristin is a dancer, and is always getting therapy for her back . . . After Steve and I said goodbye, she said, I know a great therapist who does wonders for my back, and I'm sure he can help you . . . I called right then and was able to get in to see Matt two days hence . . .
Sitting in the waiting room, Matt walked out to greet me and take me into the room . . . We've all experienced what happened right then . . . As soon as I set eyes on Matt, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this person will be able to help me . . . You know when the vibe is just that strong? We've all been in situations like that . . . Matt did his diagnostic thing for about ten minutes, and then said, I know what's wrong with your shoulder? I asked, What? His response . . . Everything! Then he laughed and said, this thing is really f'ed up . . . And then he listed five things that needed fixing in descending order of significance . . . And he started to work right then on making things right . . . Matt promised me three things . . . One, he can fix me . . . Two, it will take at least three weeks with three appointments per week . . . And three, it's really going to hurt! My God, did it hurt! He got into places in my shoulder and armpit that had me tearing up occasionally from the pain, but it had to be done . . . This was as deep as deep tissue massage gets . . . The good thing was that as soon as he stopped, the pain stopped . . . Not only did he fix me, but we had some terrific conversations about life and relationships and reality and so on . . . I was able to give him some insight into things going on in his life while he was fixing me . . . So, it was win-win . . .
Once that issue was dealt with, I continued to see Matt for this and that, and he always made it better . . . So what is the point of all this? As I said earlier, the Universe conspired to get Matt and I together . . . Why? I needed something from him, and he needed something from me, and neither of us knew it . . . That's how synchronicity works . . . I don't believe in "coincidences" . . . I do however believe in synchronistic events . . . And this a perfect example of that . . . What if the thought to call Steve in Oakville hadn't come out of nowhere? What if he hadn't answered and we didn't have the conversation? What if Kristin's computer hadn't been misbehaving, and she hadn't come into my office to use mine? What if she hadn't come in at exactly the moment she did, while I was telling Steve about my shoulder issue? What if, what if, what if . . . That's synchronicty (not coincidence!) at work . . . And then, after all those "what ifs", Matt gave me what I needed and I gave him what he needed . . . Sometimes, people parachute into our lives out of nowhere in a sense, and they end up having a profound effect on us . . . Blindsided by synchronistic events . . . When I meet someone, I always assume that this person could end up being crucial to some aspect of my life, and of course, vice versa . . .
So that is the story of how Matt and I came to be . . . And, since the fall of '07, I've told several people about Matt, and those who took me up on it sing his praises . . . Don't you love how life works at times?
Life is beautiful baby!
Peace and love . . .
Until next time . . . Ciao!!