A good friend owns a 'life style farm' in Takanini which is located on and within the geographic boundary of Auckland in the South. They are a generous, compassionate couple. Every now and then, they would travel all the way from Takanini to Northern Auckland where they had lived for about 10 years before they moved to current one, they always earnestly spared some time for visiting me and also giving me abundant of whatever produce they could pick from their green house.
We were invited to visit them and had a lunch there yesterday. They are really a couple full of compassion and loyalty to friends.The husband knew I am no longer driving due to my disease, offered to come to pick me up to go to their farm in the South and send me back to the North afterwards by car. I appreciatively declined and promised him that we will come by bus and train.
We set out on the road at 8:15am yesterday, went through the journey, and got out of the bus which encountered two incidents along the way causing a big delay to its schedule. My friend had waited for our arrival more than one hour at the destination with his car to pick us up. It has been over 8 years since my last visiting them in the farm.
His farm is only 2 acres in size. All of the infra-structures the urbanite suburb residential areas have, his farm has. Though only a very small farm comparing to the average size of the farm land, to me, living in an ordinary house of 600 square meters, his one is really big. My friend loves growing kitchen garden vegetables. He constructed 3 small simple greenhouses, each one accommodates a kind of vege, cucumber, broad bean and lettuce.
At lunch time, Mary picked some of each of their own produce from the greenhouse, added a few other commercially grown mushroom, capsicum and egg from super market, 4 big plates of healthy stir fried vegetables were served on the table. Each of the dishes was full of the special vege flavor only tasted on organic produces.
The main purpose of this journey to visit David was to accept his enthusiastic offer of the so called "original trigger point pressing therapy" which he believed to be able to cure my Parkinson's Disease. He is so confident with the healing power of the OTPPT is due to his personal experience of having suffered from an acute waist and hip joint pain which unexpectedly fell upon him suddenly in late 2012, and these annoying ailments lingered across a period of six months, costing him a fortune for the various therapies he had sought all over Auckland region. The problem did not go away, so he decided to fly to Taiwan to ask for a surgery since he could not stand the sharp pain any longer. A few days before his departure, my wife told him about a therapy, which was OTPPT, and this unintentional topic raised up at his visiting us prior to his traveling to Taiwan had been planted in his mind like a seed, but this recommendation offering was soon forgotten by both him and us.
One day when his pain came up again to trouble him, he thought of a website link given to him some time ago by his friend but he could not remember who. Anyway, he browsed that website and was overwhelmingly convinced by the the presenter, a middle aged Chinese doctor, and he decided to have it a go. He accepted a few times of massage carried out by Mr. Zhang's volunteers. Impressed by the instant healing effect of the technique and its free treatment simply out of compassion, he made up his mind that he would spread this therapy among his circle for free to benefit whoever wants to try.
After the farm atmospheric lunch, having waited the digestion process to go on without other physical activity, he had me lied with front side down on a clinic bed which has a opening about the size of half of our face for the patient to place his face on that opening for breathing.
The massage started from the 8 points on the back of the skull, all the way down along the two muscles nearby the two side of the spine to the end of the tail vertebra. It is damn hurt on the spot where he applied force. Finally the entire lot of the OTPPT spots were done, and he heat up an electric blanket to 45 Celsius degree go enforce the effect of this treatment for half an hour. It spent one hour of his time and I knew he must be exhausted by then, because I just could not do the same thing more than 10 minutes for others, but he was just smiling and denied that he was of any tired from the one hour effort. What a compassionate man.
It was late afternoon when I finished the heat therapy, and had to leave for bus. David and Mary were very generously stuffing my bag with their garden produce and their home-made loaf of bread.
This post ends at here, this couple's compassion and generosity are endless.
