Growing up my family and I never went to the doctor. Instead we had the Amish who would diagnose us and send us home with some herbs and a prescription of rest and relaxation. We lived off the land and made a modest livelihood that didn’t allow for such luxuries as running to the doctor every time we got a stuffed up nose and for the most part we were healthy, strong and live long lives. This eventually lead us to the belief that doctors were in it for the money and therefore I grew up avoiding them at all cost. It wasn’t until my father died of a heart attack that I became obsessed with my personal health and how to preserve it. I had always been a healthy eater and very active person but now I suddenly needed a doctor to tell me that for sure. 

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