Airport - Baby Story





My practice was going well if you consider a 15% increase on 
monthly collections

as good, but I was down.  I thought people werenžt getting the big 
idea.  I

would educate and preach the truth about chiropractic, but they had 
one thing as

their goal, back pain relief.  It was frustrating.  I needed 
inspiration and

motivation, a message from God.







So, Ižm on my way for a weekend vacation to visit my parents in 
Florida and

walking through the airport towards my gate.  On the way I notice 
this mom with

a child that is crying in a way that sounds unhealthy.  Not the „Ižm 
angry,

hungry, or wetū type of cry, but the kind that makes a parent 
worry.  I think to

my self that I could probably help this baby.  Chiropractic could 
probably help

this baby, but I keep walking.







I didnžt think about it for the next 20 minutes as I went and 
grabbed something

to eat.







As I get to my gate I hear the same child crying and it turns out 
that the

mother is sitting at the gate next to mine.  The baby has been 
screeching and

crying constantly for more then 25 minutes.  Not good so, I think to 
my self  „I

could help this babyū, but what if the mom doesnžt like 
chiropractic and

tells-me-off in front of everybody.  How could I phrase my 
question so she knows

I just want to help? Later on, I realized that I might also be 
setting myself up

for a lawsuit, but that really didnžt cross my mind at the time.  I 
was just

worried about the child and about getting out of my comfort zone 
by approaching

a stranger about chiropractic.







So, I sat down away from her and pulled out my study papers.







The child was still crying, non-stop.  I look around and see all 
these people

looking at a mother that is completely frustrated.  She puts the 
pacifier in the

childžs mouth and that doesnžt work.  She shifts the baby to the 
other side of

her and that doesnžt work.  She coos and talks to the child.  That 
doesnžt work

either.  Finally, she puts the squirming toddler down on the floor 
where it lays

there in misery.  She looks around to people  staring at her.  In her 
eyes I can

tell her thoughts.  „They think Ižm a terrible mom.ū  As I look 
around I figure

they are thinking one of a few things.  „Poor thing, I know she is 
doing her

best. ū  Or they are thinking, „I hope that child doesnžt sit next to 
meū.







Two minutes have passed and studying is impossible so, looking 
rather angry but

really perplexed and concerned, I put away my reading material and 
get up.







A young woman with her legs across the alley blocking my way to 
the mom looks at

me wondering whether she should let me go by.  I later found out 
that she had

misinterpreted the determined expression on my face as anger, 
thinking I was

going to tell the mom to do something about that noisy kid.







The pause allows me to reconsider, last chance out, maybe I donžt 
want to put my

self in a comprimising position.  Maybe someone else can help?







No, I made up my mind and I wasnžt backing out now.







At this time the child is on the floor crying and I walk up to the 
mom, my heart

pounding, and say;  „Hi, Ižm a doctor of chiropractic, I think I can 
help your

baby, is it ok if I try?  She looks at me, sees that Ižm wearing a 
shirt with a

chiropractic logo, and says „it looks like youžre a chiropractorä ok 
go ahead.







I innately reach down and put both my hands on the childžs neck and 
head and

instantly the child stops crying.  My belief in chiropractic restored.  
After a

minute he looks up at me and gives a tremendous sigh of relief.  It 
was the

coolest thing to experience.  The baby didnžt cry from that point on.







The mom thanks me and tells me that they are making the last call 
for boarding

her plane.  I say fine and good bye.  She reaches down to the baby 
and says;

„will you come to me now?ū  The child reached up and hugged the 
mom.







I had been kind-of in a zone while adjusting the child and when I 
stood up to go

back to my seat. I turned around to a 20 person ovation.  WOW!  Five 
or six

others are asking me all kinds of questions.  How did you do that?  
What was

that?  What did you do?







I was taken off guard. I probably could have used this as a podium 
to build up

my practice and preach chiropractic, but and I just told them I was 
a

chiropractor and I adjusted the childžs top bone in the neck.  It was 
out of

position and I put it back in.







What a feeling, to have impressed that many people with one act. I 
was proud of

myself  for getting out of my comfort zone and offering help in a 
way only I

could.







To some I have told this to, they believed it to have been a 
courageous act, but

to me it was a little scary, ultimately extremely gratifying and 
absolutly

necessary.  Maybe when a similar situation arises to those 
spectators,

chiropractic will be an option.  I was shown that what I do, does 
count.  People

need me and I remembered why I fell in love with chiropractic.  We 
receive

messages all the time.  You just have to listen.  How many times 
has a message

been sent to me and I didnžt listen?  I donžt know.  I can only pay 
better

attention from now on.







Yours for better health,

Kenneth R. Weil, D.C.

http://www.atlantachiro.com