I was born in Quebec Canada in 1942 during the second world war. The doctor’s told my parents that I had a malformed left hip that eventually changed the shape and position of my leg, back and neck. Although I never remember not having pain, I did not want to take medication since I knew it would alter my state of mind and rob me of the occasional happiness I would experience. Decades ago the allopathic physicians gave up on me, said I would end up in a wheelchair so I did not know where to turn. For the last 20 years I had not been able to sleep on my back. Finally I discovered complimentary health care and began the long process to heal myself. About one year ago I was perusing the newspaper and saw an article on Hippocrates Institute, so I called my friend Francine and asked if she would assist me by coming to Florida and going through the program.