The Fabulous Answer ~ Part 2
O-K-so you look around for other things to try your accidentally remissive discovery on. Your brother tells you that he has had eczema on his hand for three years. You give him some and advise him that he might rub it in three or four times a day as an experiment, of course. Each morning you ask him how it's doing, and did he remember to put it on? Yes, he says, and shows you how it looks better. On the fourth morning you repeat your question. our brother then says, "There's nowhere to put it anymore." He then shows you his hand and says, "It's completely gone."
Wow! Another accidental remission!!! Two things gone of which there was no known cure.
Pure luck~right? How would you like to have that kind of luck at a horse race?
Wow! Two winners in a row. But~you have kept on reading and researching and have read where the FDA never approves anything new until after years of research. First, the research must be successful in a laboratory. Then, it must be done on animals. Then, after years and years of this~double blind studies must be performed for as long as ten years on people. My God!!! A lot of people can suffer and die in the next twenty years that maybe don't have to. Ah, you are told all this is necessary~drugs can be dangerous. But, but...but, you stammer...this is not a drug~this is food. People have been eating all of these ingredients at one time or another for centuries, although, you admit not necessarily all at once nor in refined concentrated form.
And definitely not uncooked. But not cooking something, and removing unwanted bulk does not of itself CREATE a drug. But ~ it might be toxic? Well, it never gave any reaction to you, or your brother. So? What about little old ladies and babies? Yeah ~ you wouldn't want to give anybody something that could make them worse!!! Okay ~ so what to do? Another bright idea gives you the answer. You call up your local college ~ you get a chance to explain your discovery to the head of the Life Sciences Department. You interest them enough to get them to experiment with your "Lucky" Cell Food. Meanwhile ~ back at the hacienda you are working every day with your brother, remodeling a house that your Dad had bought for an investment. One morning your brother came in an hour late and explained that he was coming down with an awful case of what he thought was Asian Flu. We had just read where a local airline pilot had died of same. An hour later he had gotten worse to the point where he could hardly breathe or talk. He flatly stated that he was going home early for lunch and then he could lay down and die if in case it got worse. You looked at him and said, "You know what to do, don't you?" He said, "I'm going to fix a bowl of soup and put plenty of Lucky Cell Food in it."
You see, by that time it had already eliminated a problem that your Dad had (got that?) since World War One with Athletes Food, and everyone in the family had determined that it would be the first thing to try in case of anything.
The next morning he is in to work on time, bright-eyed and you know what else...and he looked so good and neither one of you are really too surprised. One of your problems had always been bad teeth. When you were fourteen you had large gold fillings put in quite a few molars and recently they had started falling out, leaving huge holes. You find out that root canal work costs $350, and having it pulled costs $20. So, you have it yanked. It didn't come easy ~ while the dentist is yanking, your tooth breaks up in pieces. While the dentist is digging out the pieces with a pair of crook-nosed pliers he says that you have one on the other side that is just as bad, would you like to have that pulled, too, while he is already covered with your blood and obviously he's thinking of the cleaning bill! You ask him if you can get the second one out for half the price and without the use of a tow truck. He says no. That's it, you figure forget it! Losing over one quart of blood per day is about your limit. You didn't know it then but six years later that tooth would still be there and giving very little trouble.
Meanwhile ~ back at the campus ~ some results are in. They are not interested in your Lucky Cell Food because it did nothing while on their little glass slides, it just laid there. They look at you as if all your stories are a figment of your imagination, and your brother's ~ and your Dad's probably nuts, too!
However: it is totally non-toxic. You insist, so they suggest another college for advanced tests.
Why ~ why does it not work for them? More creative thinking. Until you realize, of course! It's impossible to improve an immune system where there is none! Also, it is impossible to regenerate living cells without a life support system! It only works on living mammals. Why indeed, or how indeed, could it work on a glass slide?
No wonder none of the established medical monstrosities had discovered this Lucky Cell Food. It dawns on you that none of them ever will, because it fails their first test, and no properly indoctrinated researcher would dream of wasting their time on something that fails the first test. After you realize that the kind of tests required have been determined by God ~ sometimes referred to by its mortal title as the FDA.
It had to happen ~ four days after that tooth was pulled, the other one started to ache. Rinse with Vodka, preferably hundred proof, every twenty minutes, soon you'll be loaded, give up ~ call the dentist. Sorry, but the first appoint we can give you is next Tuesday evening. But ~ this is Friday and it's killing me now! T.S. But if you would like to drive over to the office we'll give you a prescription for a pain killer.
Could it be possible that Lucky Cell Food would help? You've got some in the house, so here goes a real test. What in the hell could it do for a toothache? You know already that with a minor cut or burn the pain goes away in about four minutes. Sit on the couch, watch the clock on the bar and put the Lucky on the tooth.
Four minutes later it stops hurting, must be psychosomatic ~ right?? Only thing is it doesn't hurt any more for the rest of the day. Good psycho stuff ~ right? Use the water pic every night, put a tablespoon of Lucky in your mouth, swish it around, swallow it. Now you can eat candy, drink hot or cold iced drinks ~ even ice cream. You don't notice it right away, but ~ your pyorrhea is gone. It was a bad case, too. Light pink gums had died and turned to gray. Now you've got the healthiest deep red gums any dentist ever saw.
You did call your dentist and tell him. After that he refused to speak to you. Told his nurse, "that guy should be certified."
But you're convinced that you have the best psychosomatic stuff ever found because, after all, pyorrhea was another INCURABLE!!
You almost forgot that you had started to get the flu two days after your brother did and that you took the afternoon off, had lots of Lucky for lunch, and six hours later all the symptoms were gone. It's almost getting routine.
The routine gets interrupted when you decide to remove an ingrown toenail ~ as you have done for years ~ because it hurts when you play tennis ~ it's morning, the pressure of the sheet at the bottom of the bed is enough to make it hurt ~ time to operate. The procedure is simple, cut it from the main nail, pull it out by the roots. After that you always soak it in rubbing alcohol for at least twenty minutes and apply some more later if it seems to start hurting. But ~ this morning was to turn out different. You had just finished yanking out the offending nail when the phone rang ~ while you were on the phone, the doorbell rang. It was two people from a publishing company. You get up to let them in, after all, you met them through friends and they are gonna give you a free plug in their small newspaper, (Esoteric World News).
You forgot to put Lucky into your bleeding toe. You remember the next morning! The pain wakes you up ~ the toe is three times its normal size. It's infected, booby, and you forgot to use Lucky. How in H are you gonna play tennis at five p.m., cause there is no way that you can fit a sneaker over that. You can't even walk on it.
What can Lucky do? It's already infected. It's full of pus and it hurts like hell. Go to the emergency room at the hospital and get a shot of antibiotic. And~pay them thirty bucks. Or get Lucky~what a test? Push Lucky with your finger down into the place where the pus came out. Sit, and watch the morning T.V. show cause you ain't goin' very far without shoes~walkin' on your heel.
How lucky can you get?? Sometime during the show you got bored and got up to get something~you walked around the house, you had forgotten that you couldn't walk!!!
At five p.m. you were playing tennis~why not? At one o'clock that afternoon you had put your sneakers on and went out shopping.
Another opportunity presents itself by accident. You had been installing a new back door~you had been working in shorts and bare feet. Lots of sawing and stuff. So what? Until the next day you were working on the trim, and~your big toe hurt when you put pressure on it. What was wrong? You look at the bottom of your foot. There...is a splinter sticking into your toe and it's got pus around it and that's why it hoits. In the back yard your gal Friday is soaking up some sun. Ah!...what an opportunity! A witness! You go to get a pair of tweezers that were lying around. You don't sterilize them. You go out to the back yard with tweezers on one hand and some Lucky on the other. You ask very sweetly, (it's the only way), "Dear, would you please remove this splinter from the bottom of my foot?" Little did she know that she would be dragged before a notary public later and asked to sign an affidavit. She looked at the bottom of a bare foot and said, "That's filthy, go wash it!"
"No!" you say~this is gonna be a real test! She digs around in the dirt, gets out some of it but can't get it all. So you take over~you squeeze out more pus and dig deeper. You hope you've got it all. You rub in the Lucky, the Lucky mixes with the dirt and germs and turns gray.
You don't bother with a band-aid or nothin', you go back to work in your bare feet. Your friend says, "every doctor and every nurse in the world would go crazy if they saw what you just did with an infected foot."
You say, "We'll find out who's crazy~maybe it's them!"
Six years later, you know it's them!!!
One of your brother's employees has herpes and athletes foot that he got in Vietnam, and you give him some Lucky to try. You also tell him that it's fabulous for burns. Two weeks later he tells you that it has worked on both problems.
But!! A couple months later he calls you up and says his wife wants to talk to you~O.K.~she gets on the phone and says she used your Lucky on a burn last night cause it was the only thing they had in the house, and she wanted to come over and show you. They come over~she tells you how she was frying fish in hot oil and when she turned it over, the hot oil swooshed out and all over her hand. She thought her hand was fried. Thanks to Lucky it stopped hurting real soon and she was very thankful. You say, "Which hand did you burn?" You look real close~down between her thumb and finger it was a little more pink on one hand. That's all!!!
You have a friend who has a cat. The cat's face swells up and he acts very ill. The veterinarian says the cat has bone cancer which has reached his brain and has about three days to live. Your friend calls you to relate the sad story. You suggest that he try Lucky. There's nothing to lose, since you told him if it doesn't work it's free! Two ounces a day he gives the cat (which is already 14 years old). The third day he takes the cat back to the vet. The vet asks, "What did you give this cat? He's almost completely well." The friend told him. They call another friend who is a pathologist. Lucky gets run through the analyzer. The Doc says that this would be a fabulous boost to any immune system because it is chock full of amino proteins and the enzymes necessary to assimilate them. That's the stuff that new cells are built of, he says~no wonder it works!
You go to the beach one evening with your secretary (yes, she can type). You have a cookout, using one of the grills provided by the taxpayers. These grills are very nice, but they have a singular flaw, of which you are soon to become aware. When the charcoal burns down and becomes cherry red (due to a nice ocean breeze), they can be small enough to fall through the grate. Now~oh, wow! If you are in your bare feet and one catches you in your instep (the tender part) you don't love to take a walk on the beach after dinner~not tonight. Your friend drives you home because you can't even bear to touch the brake pedal.
Walking on your heel, you reach your stack of Lucky. This is some test! 'Cause it really hoits! (You always talk funny when you are in pain.) Put a glob of uno what on this burn which now has a blister the size of a walnut. Cover your foot with a nice clean soft tennis sock, so that Lucky won't get all over the nice furniture. Sit on your~couch~and watch the boob tube.
Within a few minutes it doesn't hurt any more. Of course! You have the best psychosomatic pain killer that ever was. But oh-oh!!Twenty minutes later it starts to hurt again. How can that be?? Maybe you're psycho...(how do you spell it anyway) isn't working cause you are tired. But~then again, maybe that nice soft sock absorbed all the Lucky. It's worth a try~you put on some more~some for the burn, and glob for the sock. Soon it stops hurting again. You forget about it and go to bed. The very next morning you wake up (of course) and you look at your foot. Then you turn to your faithful secretary and ask, "Didn't I burn my foot last night?" You are looking closely, and then you ask (not sure if you are dreaming), "Which one?"
That incident is still in your mind when you decide that no one should have to endure the pain and suffering that millions do because the medical world is not aware of Lucky. They have an intensive care burn center at Jackson Memorial Hospital in Miami. You instruct old faithful (she's twenty already), to get on the Ma-Bell and find out the doctor's name in charge of the burn center. Also, find out who is in charge of burn research at Miami University Medical Center. You fire off letters offering free samples of Lucky, so that this tremendously humanitarian discovery can be properly introduced to the suffering victims of the world.
You might as well have sent the letters to the moon!!! You have had your first sobering thought concerning the awful realization that nobody out there gives a ship about humanity. Your letters do not even invoke curiosity. To hell with humanity~you don't have the proper medical credentials~how dare you discover anything, you infidel! You heathen! But...but...it works...It will end much suffering...surely someone cares.
Ah, someone does! You read about the Shriner's Club right here in town. You get in touch with the lead man. You explain what you have to contribute. Terrific! They are interested. You find out that there are a lot of important Shriners who have retired to this town. Now, you set up an appointment and you meet with them. They tell you to send some of your discovery to their research center for testing. At last you think that at least the little children will be saved from much suffering. They have given you the name of the doctor in charge of the research center, and you proceed to send him a letter of explanation and ten ounces to experiment with. A short time later you receive a reply.
The reply makes you the most disgusted, disillusioned person in the world. To hell with any person or profession that doesn't care any more than that for the burned children. In your letter you had offered to donate all the Lucky they needed for FREE. You knew that after their research showed what you already knew for fact that you could easily get enough donations. It's hard to believe that a research center dedicated to research that doesn't have the time for research is blasphemy upon the earth.
You get out your copy of their reply so that you can read it again in disbelief.
In six years since, how unnecessarily have the poor little burned children suffered and died. So much for the Hippocratic Oath. Yuck!!!
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Last updated on 04/19/08 08:39 PM
