Log Drivers size up a notable logjam at Taylors Falls on the St. Croix River, Minnesota. (circa 1884)
[originally published in KCN, January 2009]
It was her third adjustment. She had already endured my chiropractic monologue over the previous two visits — explaining the basics of chiropractic and how it related to her. So, you’ll understand then, I was a bit surprised when, as I was preparing to adjust her, she asked, “Just what is it that you are DOING?”
“Doing?” I responded. “I’m adjusting you,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“Yes, I realize that,” she returned. “But just what is it that the adjustment is DOING?”
I paused, a bit disheartened, realizing that my initial communication efforts had been completely ineffective. Obviously a rehash of my script from the days before wasn’t going to cut it. And then it hit me, as the image of a profession from yesteryear sprang forth in my mind. “What I’m doing,” I stated, “— what the adjustment is doing — is breaking up logjams.”
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