Monday, December 28, 2015

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True story from my "Rescue the Stories Book Three"

"Robbers Break Through and Steal"

 The year was 1985 and we had just moved to our new mansion on the hill overlooking the Pleasanton valley.  A gate at the entrance of the long steep winding road, opened with a special security lock. 
 

Residents with the combination to the gate were free to enter, and of course visitors, service workers, utility employees and the police.
 

Because of the steep road, not many people were given permits to build on this lush mountain top.  It took a special meeting with the city council and a convincing speech by Robert to secure our permit.
 

Our Realtor friend, said, “My son and his friend will do some landscaping for you at a reasonable price.” The two young teen age boys worked hard and soon our front yard became a charming show place.
 

A few weeks later, on a Sunday morning, while we were away at church; we had a surprise break in. 
 

Our bedroom window had been pried open, and many small items such as jewelry, watches, a coin collection, guns, cameras, binoculars, radios, and other items were taken. 
 

It did not take long to itemize several thousand dollars worth to report to the insurance company.
 

The police questioned us about those who might have had access to our gated community; and we thought of the two landscaping boys.
 

Time passed and one afternoon, a Police Detective arrived and told us the thieves had been caught, but alas, most of our goods had already been sold.  He handed me a photograph and asked if we recognized the young boy.
 

I took the photo noting a name and address on the back, and exited the room saying, “I will be right back.” 
 

Taking up a pen and paper, I jotted down the boy’s name and address, thinking, “I will send the boy a letter with some Bible verses,” but I changed my mind and decided to allow the police to do their punishment.
 

Soon after that robbery we installed a security system !!
 

In life it pays to keep a mental and spiritual security system that alerts you when the burglar of all thieves is trying to steal from you.  Keep in tune with the Holy Spirit's voice.
 

There are many things that try to steal our joy, our patience and our peace of mind - - if we permit them to do so.  Don’t allow negative thoughts to torment you about your past or the uncertainty of your future.
 

Old Satan is known as the thief and the father of liars.  He slips around trying to steal our health, our wealth and our Faith by his cunning procedures.  He is like the animal that steals and leaves you with a gift. 
 

Satan robs your tranquility and leaves behind, fear, pain, depression and even guilt that it was your fault.  Don’t let the devil rob you in 2016. 
 
Keep your mind stayed on Jesus.
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Monday, December 21, 2015

Tell me A True Story Blog Party Week of 12/21/15


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The following is a true story of My Salvation Experience!

Time to Come Home !

I had a Plan to Sneak In to Heaven!
 
Before I gave my heart to Jesus, I had heard much preaching at church about being ready for the return of the Lord Jesus.   

The preacher would say, “We do not know the day or the hour when Jesus will come for the saints, so it pays to always be ready.”   

The thought of Jesus coming in the clouds scared me just a bit, because at that time I knew I wasn’t ready. 

However I had a plan even at my young age, I could have a strategy. 

My thought was that if I kept close to my mother, I would grab her leg, and when she went up, I also would be caught up in the clouds along with her. 

When I shared my good idea with mother, she told me it probably would not work, since there were times when she might not be near me and who knows - - that might be the very time that Jesus comes back. 

Thinking that one through left me no choice but to be ready for myself.  I still wasn’t quite sure how to do this. 

That night as I lay in my bed, I said aloud, “Jesus, I am not sure that you are in my heart, so would you please come in to stay and I will serve you all the days of my life.” 

That did it!  A peace swept over me and I knew there would not be any worry!  The fear was gone, and was replaced with confidence and a sense of security.  I was safe. 

At nine years old, I still had a lot to learn about serving Jesus, but at last I was on my way. 

Receiving Jesus was a lot simpler than I had ever imagined. 
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Monday, December 14, 2015

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Santa's Beard 

“I’m the oldest, so let me be first,” I said to my younger brother and sister.  

It was a few weeks before Christmas, and Mother had agreed to take us downtown to view the Holiday window displays with all the animated figures at the major stores.   

Inside the Largest store was a Santa Clause sitting on a large throne waiting for the children with their lists of wishes.  

Now I must let you know that my mother had already told us kids that there was NO Santa Clause. 

She explained that it is a story about a good man who is no longer alive, but the story lives.  Each year, men dress up like Santa and it is sort of a game.  We know the truth, but it would be fun for you children to visit Santa and get a free candy cane. 

So here we were in line waiting for our turn to tell Santa what we wanted for Christmas and receive the free candy. 

I told Santa I wanted a doll with eyes that opened and closed and she must say Mama.  Since I am the investigating type, I looked very carefully at his disguise, and said “Thank you,” as I took my candy.

I spoke to my brother, “Allen, it is your turn next, but look closely at his beard and you will see a red string just under his chin.” 

Perhaps Allen was not quite as observant as I was, because at first glance, he could not see the red ribbon.  He tilted his head and tried to look under Santa’s beard causing some embarrassment to Santa.   

When Allen was satisfied the beard was fake, he told Santa he wanted an electric train and left with his free candy.
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In life, all is not always as it seems.  We listen to the promises of the politicians and are confused when we discover their many lies. 

We pay good money so our children can attend college to discover many professors are teaching them to hate America and Israel, and cast away all morals learned at their mothers knee.  Some middle school teachers are requiring students to learn about the Muslim faith, and say a prayer to Allah.

Anymore we wonder what is fake and what is real.

I am reminded of the old hymn, “Standing on the Promises of God.”  It is in God’s Word that we will find the answer to REAL Eternal Life, by following the REAL Jesus.  He is the Way the Truth and the Life.
 

May we take a good look at the manger, the walk of Jesus, the cross and the empty tomb, and His promise to return. 

You will find that there is a red line running all through the Bible and it is the blood of Jesus to wash away all our iniquity.

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P.S. At the time I wrote this, I shared this story at the Traditional church I then attended, and when I sat down, the Pastor said, "We don't always agree with people's opinions about politics and I doubt very much if our schools are teaching our children to hate America and to embrace the Islam way of life."
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(Me again) The sad thing is that our schools began to fail many years ago when the Bible and prayer was removed from our schools.  Muslims admit they are using a system called the "Trojan Horse."  It is to slowly slip in a bit here and there until they finally take over.  Many college students are refusing to say the pledge of Allegiance to our flag, and history books are being rewritten.  It pays to do a Google search with the questions, "Are our children being taught to hate America and a second question, Are our children being taught to embrace Islam."  It might surprise you what comes up when you do some research.
 
By the way - - Soon after this, I left the Traditional church and now attend a church that believes in truth.
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Monday, December 7, 2015

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The Virgin Birth and Why it was Necessary!! 


As we consider this Christmas Season and celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ, let us rejoice and be thankful for the Virgin Birth.   


It is extremely important that we understand why the Virgin Birth was so necessary.  The Bible tells us that the Life is in the Blood.  Jesus said he was the Life and the light of Life. 

When the first Adam sinned and ate of the fruit in the garden something terrible happened to his body, his soul, and his spirit.  He became sort of REVERSE born again or changed into a different person.  His blood now had the sin nature which all mankind has inherited; passed on to each child from their father.  

1 Corinthians 15:45 tells us that the Last Adam was Jesus.  Jesus was not born with Adam’s sin nature because his Father was God.   


Dr. M.R. De Haan explains in his book, “The Chemistry of the Blood” that Physiologists have proven beyond question that the MOTHER does NOT impart HER BLOOD to the babe that is being formed.  It has been proven that the blood that flows in the arteries and veins of the babe is from the FATHER of the child.   Jesus’ father is God which makes his blood holy. 


Mary herself wondered and told the Angel, “How can this be since I have never known a man?”  


The Angel told Mary that this Holy Child that will be formed in you will be conceived by the Holy Ghost, and the life in him will be from his Father God.  Mary said to the Angel, “Let it be so unto me even as you have said.”  

God needed a blood sacrifice to atone for Adam’s sin.  All the good righteous people on earth had Adams blood and none qualified to be the Sacrifice.  Jesus was the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.  His blood was Holy because his blood was from his Holy Father God.  That is why it is so very important to be thankful for the Virgin Birth, so that the Holy Jesus could shed his Holy Blood so that we could be saved and changed into another person. 

So my joy today is that I am thankful for the Virgin Birth and all it means to purchase for you and for me -- the gift of salvation.  
 
1 Corinthians 15:45  And so it is written, "The first man, Adam, became a living soul," the last Adam became a life-giving Spirit. 
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1. Where does the baby get his blood?
2. Why could the blood of Jesus wash away our sins?
3. Why was the Virgin Birth Necessary?
 
4. If you have not already done so - -Will you take advantage of the Shed blood of Jesus and ask Him to wash away your sin?

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Monday, November 30, 2015

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Robert and I will celebrate our 66th Wedding Anniversary December 1.
This is a true story about our wedding, from my book Rescue the Stories Book Two.
 
 

Our Wedding Dec 1, 1949 

The background music was softly playing as the Minister, my bridegroom, and the best man stepped out to the front of the church, waiting for the rest of the wedding party to arrive. 

It was evident that the best man was somewhat nervous because he was busily chomping away on a stick of gum.  

My mother caught his eye and made a chewing motion with her mouth, and understanding her “sign language,” message he promptly swallowed his gum. 

“Here comes the bride,” began to play and the wedding proceeded with out any further problems at least for the ceremony. 

Many weddings have a story to tell of something that went wrong on their special day. 

Some are horror stories and some are simply downright humorous! 

My sister had decided to play a trick on me, and when we arrived at our motel, I discovered that she had tightly sewed up my new nightgown at all the openings. 

I could not contain myself and began to laugh loudly at her joke.  I told her later that she was pretty funny and of course I was not angry at her harmless prank. 

Not so funny was the other stunt someone did to our borrowed car.  We never knew for sure who it was, but the lug bolts on one of the wheels had been loosened, which caused the wheel to almost come off.  We spent the better part of the next afternoon at the auto wrecking yard purchasing a used wheel to replace the damaged one. 

Practical jokes are certainly not funny to the receiver of their brunt!  Many times they are dangerous and can seriously harm a person or a relationship. 

We tried to teach our children, to never pay back each other for wrongs either true or thought to be, and not to hide or destroy the possessions of others. 

Ephesians 4:32  And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.
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Monday, November 23, 2015

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Aunt Hazel’s Mating Game Advice  

Are you single and serious about desiring a mate?  The first item on your list should be to pray and ask the Lord to send that special “Jesus loving” person to across your path.  

Church is usually the perfect place to find a Christian mate, but don’t discount other places or ways for this to happen.  After all, not every good prospect attends YOUR church!   

Small-groups in your church are a good spot to find eligible men or women!  Do join a small Christian group!  Of course, do not fail to participate in the discussions at a Bible study.  Men like a woman who speaks out, but watch out!  The ladies who want to argue or talk non-stop will cause a man to lose interest quickly! 

Men also do not like grouchy, complaining women, so put on a joyful face and watch your words.  In public or anytime - - grumbling is so unbecoming!  

Women want a man who will open up and talk to them, and at least tell them they look nice, and they are pretty or beautiful.  If he can cook, that helps too.  J 

What about qualities? I had a friend who made a list of the traits she wanted in a husband.  Each night she would pray as she went over her list, and she would tell the Lord that she believed He was bringing this type of person into her life.  As I recall, most of the qualities were there when she did find a good husband.   

I do not believe she settled for less.  The simple fact is that no one is completely perfect and her expectations were very high.  Of course, now she knows that there are always compromises in a marriage - especially if one desires peace in the household.  Treating each other with kindness and respect is vital to any relationship.  Not always wanting the “last word,” can save a marriage! 

Not necessarily suggested, but my youngest daughter found her wonderful husband through a Christian dating service, so pray and investigate.  There is an internet site that reviews Christian dating services:  - - interestingly enough, they do NOT recommend some of the more popular companies such as e-Harmony.  In fact the only one they recommend is Christian CafĂ©.   

Some friends of mine have found they are happy to remain single; and there are many reasons for this, too.  

The Bible tells us above all, to learn to be content!  Do not be afraid to enjoy life, in whatever station you find yourself. 

Proverbs 18:22   Who ever finds a wife (or husband) finds a good thing, and obtains favor of the LORD.
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Monday, November 16, 2015

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Let Your Flash Light Shine  (A Very Recent True Story)
 
The moonless night was dark, and my dog, Luke needed his final walk before being put to bed.  I turned on the porch light, and for a fleeting second had a thought to take my flashlight.  It was the Lord reminding me, but I passed it off (thinking it was me) and said to myself, I will be careful and I think there is enough light from the porch for me to see.

Those were my famous last words (thoughts) as I ventured out into the night.  Wow it was darker than I thought, and I could visualize myself face down on the pavement.  In less than 30 seconds that vision came true as my foot hit a protruding bump put there for the wheel barrel to pass over the curbing.  My body skidded downward; my face and head hit the cement curb, and my breast probably was shielding my ribs from being broken.

I could feel blood pouring down my face and neck and my dog anxiously was trying to help me.  I lay there for a minute attempting to catch my bearings.  I felt around me - - touching a large free standing 12 x 2 inch high electrical outlet.  The Angels kept me from falling on top of that or it would have been bye bye birdie.

Gaining my footing and heading for our mobile, and the bath room; revealed a cut over my eyebrow and scrapes on my face.  A cold water compress was applied and a Band-Aid to keep the blood from hitting my pillow as I joined my sleeping husband. 

Am I okay?  Yes except for skinned knees, cut on forehead, a black eye and bruises showing up after two days.  I am taking aspirin a couple times a day to keep my blood thin.

Now the moral of this true story is:  Always take the Flash Light and let it shine in the dark.  Heed the voice of the Holy Spirit as He whispers so softly that you think it is your own thought.

I was reminded that we live in a darkened world and many out there are without a (flash) LIGHT.  As we hold the Light of Life High, may we speak out and share the true Gospel so that they too may have this everlasting Light of Life if they will only come to Jesus and kneel at the blood stained cross.
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Monday, November 9, 2015

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Money From Heaven?  Not! 

Perhaps God wanted me to have new appliances!!  At least that is what my husband said. 

Arriving at our new residence in Oklahoma, there were a few important items missing!  Among those details was a refrigerator, and a washer and dryer, and, oh yes, a hide-a-bed.   Our large ice chest would have to suffice for awhile. 

I told my husband that we would look in the classified ads, and God would provide.  The hide-a-bed was obtained quickly!  Now we had a place to sit and to use as an extra bed for company.  Finding a used refrigerator, washer and dryer was proving difficult.  Either there were none to be found, or the prices were too high.  What to do? 

In the local paper, Sears advertised Turbine Vents and their installation for a certain price.  As my husband read, he realized that the installation would be easy, so he made a visit to Sears and told them that he was there to help them.  He informed them that he was a licensed roofing contractor in California, and could easily provide them with an insurance binder.  They confessed that they were having a problem catching up with the installations. With that, we had a job! 

When I called the State of Oklahoma about a business license, they informed me that none was needed to do small jobs.  So, it was off to the print shop to get some business cards that said, “OK Roofing” with our telephone number. 

My new daily routine was to take the van to Sears, load up the vents and secure the work sheets. Once at home, I stuck pins in a map for each location, then set up a route.  Each customer was called to let them know that their job was scheduled for the following day.  If they were not going to be home, I requested that they hang an extension cord out the window for our use. The rest was up to my husband! 

During the summer months, we helped Sears out, and managed to earn enough cash to pay for new appliances!  There was even money left over to shop for a few other items that we needed.  Praise the Lord for His provision! 

Money from Heaven?  No! God does not drop money from heaven when you have a need.  Often he provides by giving you work to earn your keep. 

If you are in need of provision, take the matter to prayer, and ask the Lord to confirm to you how to get that need met.  He may show you a business that you can do, or guide you to take some classes to expand your skill sets into a new field.  Be open to His leading. 

As for us, we have generally had to work, like the apostle Paul did, to provide for our existence. Only a few times were we ever gifted with offerings from individuals.    

Many people dream of winning the Lottery, or holding a huge cardboard check with their name on it!  Often, they miss the other blessings God has sent their way.  

I can say emphatically that it has been God who has given us numerous bargains, discounts, rebates, and a score of other blessings – including work, as means of provision.   

Money from Heaven? No.  Provision from Heaven?  Yes!
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Monday, November 2, 2015

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Care Packages - A true Story 
 
Many years ago, our church sent a monthly support offering to Margaret Carlow, a single lady missionary, who was serving in Korea.   

About that time there was made available to the American public, “Care Packages” with assorted food items that could be donated, and sent overseas. 

The packages were made up of selected military surplus food sent by air, from our country to those in other lands.  After World War II many were starving in Europe and this was a cooperative effort to meet a need.  

You could choose the address for the box to be sent, so our church women’s ministry group had a good idea. 

To me the $10 donation seemed to be an excellent value for food and shipping, plus it would bless our missionary.  Thinking along these lines, I ordered a gift parcel, and paid the amount required and placed her address on the order.   

Next I wrote an E-Airmail letter to our missionary to alert her to expect the gift.  (No internet then)

At that time a quick way to communicate over-seas was by E-letter.  It was a one piece blue paper that included postage, and when your letter was written, you folded, sealed and mailed it. 

Several weeks later, we received a thank you from our missionary and an explanation.   

Apparently for personal reasons, she felt guilty in accepting the food package for herself.  Perhaps she felt unworthy, and thought the food should go to someone who was more in need than herself. 

She told us of a Korean Pastor with a large family who were suffering lack, and she had been able to bless this family with the parcel. 

Perhaps this was God’s way to supply a need for the native pastor’s family, and we did not question her motive, although at first we did not understand.   

After giving it much thought we realized this was the best way to go.  Also it allowed our missionary the opportunity to share with another minister, which she was not able to do except for our care package.   God works in mysterious ways.
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Monday, October 26, 2015

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Boldness  (A true story from my Book Rescue the Stories book one. 

As a young girl, I was extremely shy, and at school if the teacher called on me to recite, my heart would pound and my face would turn a crimson red.  I would suffer the flush flowing to my cheeks, and tears rushing to my eyes, and my body was almost frozen not allowing my mouth to speak.  Fear has torment. 

My teacher was wise, and she decided that to help me out of my shell, she would give me some responsibility.  One day, she led me into the children’s library that was next to our first grade room, and showed me how to place the books on the shelf in their order by author.  She told me that I was now in charge of the library.  I suppose that began my love for books and the printed word.  Also my being an in-charge person! 

One day, my teacher decided to divide the class into three reading groups.  As she called the names for group one, I was not included.  Group two was called and I heard my name.  I was stunned.  Although it was not the actual case, I perceived group two and three to mean, inferior and less important than group one, and I was not happy. 

The teacher was speaking, “Group one will please come with me into the Library, and the others will stay and study their lesson.”  Group one stood and began to follow the teacher.  I also stood and tagged along with the others. 
 
The teacher noticed immediately and gently told me, “Hazel, you are in group two.”  I boldly spoke up and said firmly, “I am number one.”  The teacher, hid a smile, and said, “alright, I will include you in group one.” 

That incident of being bold did NOT cure me of my shyness, or embarrassment when I was called on, but I was emotionally rewarded for having stood up for what I believed at the time. 

Do you ever break out in a cold sweat, your heart pounds like a drum, and the palms of your hands are wet with fear?   I must insert here, “Join the Club.” 

Most of us suffer with times of hesitancy to step forward when there is a need to make a stand.  Many of our fears are imaginary and we fanaticize what might happen if we act. 

Joyce Meyer has a saying that has means a lot to me, and it is: “DO it AFRAID.”   

The next good piece of advice is to listen to the still small voice of the Holy Spirit.  If the Lord is telling you, to speak up, shut up, go forward, get out, stay there - - be quick to listen, and if it lines up with the Word of God, and you have peace about it, then obey. 

Boldness comes with practice, and each time you listen and obey, you will gain confidence.   The Holy Spirit is our helper, and He gives strength to the weak, and might and power to those who will make the effort to ask Him for it, and believe it is for you.  

Be Bold, be confident, and know that God will open doors for you, simply be courageous enough to enter each door, and you will be amazed what God will do through you. 

Proverbs 28:1  The wicked flee when no man pursues: but the righteous are bold as a lion.
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Monday, October 19, 2015

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Chiropractic Care (from my Book Rescue the Stories book Two)

Our Son, Dr. Steven Moon recently celebrated thirty years as a Doctor of Chiropractic Care.  This is the story of how it all happened.  In College Steven had taken courses to become a licensed X-ray technician, and soon after graduation he obtained work at Kaiser Hospital in their X-ray department. 
 
It was close to Christmas and we had decided to have a Company dinner at a wonderful Chinese restaurant in Castro Valley.  Along with our Roofing crew, we also invited our family to join with us to celebrate Christmas.  

Steven sat across from us, and all the roofing crew were complaining that their backs hurt and that they needed to see the chiropractor.  Someone spoke up and said we need our own chiropractor in the family.

My husband mentioned to Steven that our Chiropractor's son had just graduated from Chiropractic school and joined the practice, and did Steve know what it took to become a Chiropractor?   It captivated Steven as he said, “I don't know, but I can find out." 

Steve went to his local Chiropractor’s office and asked him how to become a Chiropractor.  His Doctor was very excited and wanted him to go to his school in St Louis, but Steve didn't want to move so he checked the phone book (it was before the internet) and found two schools near by where he lived and one was accepting new students. 

It turned out that he was only missing a few credits that could be gained by taking evening classes and so it began. We agreed to help him with tuition, in exchange for free family treatments.  Kaiser arranged his hours so he could work and begin school.  The first and second year went well.  The school was still getting their full accreditation and it appeared that Steve would need to transfer to a school in Oregon that would give him his certification.   

We loaned him a car so he could attend school so far away, and gave him a reference so he easily rented a comfortable apartment in Oregon. When he was settled, he phoned several of his classmates and they also transferred to Oregon.  Kaiser offered him enough work in their X-ray department to pay his current bills.  Again we stepped up with the school quarterly fees. 

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The training at the school in Oregon prepared the students to become a chiropractor but they could also do minor surgery and deliver babies.  I don’t think Steve ever used that knowledge in his chiropractic practice. 

Our daughter Becky and I traveled to Oregon to witness Steve’s graduation and to celebrate afterwards with a nice dinner. 

Steven began his practice by accepting a room in the office of another doctor, and his patient list began to grow.  When the other doctor raised the rent on his space, Steven searched for a private office all of his own.   The only thing he needed was a special table, an x-ray machine, and a receptionist.   

Dear Steven, Happy thirty years of adjustments.
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