Gotta Start Some Where

Growing up, I believe I had a fairly normal life. Had a mom, dad, older brother. My mom was a Catholic girl from the midwest small town of Belding Michigan. My dad was a Jewish boy from Queens, New York. Okay, okay... somewhat normal ...

How did these two crazy kids meet, fall madly in love and have my brother and I. Good question!! I ask myself this every day!! haha. It is truly a cute story honestly, well.. from what I remember anyway...

My dad's vision was he loved sports and always wanted to help people. He had interviewed or job shadowed a physical therapist at one point and thought to himself, that's what he wanted to do. He would be able to help people feel good by means of natural healing and also be around people he admired watching playing games he loved. In the midst of watching and talking to different physical therapists, he came across a gentlemen who was a chiropractor. My dad had no clue who or what this guy did. But he did know two things, this guy also helped professional athletes feel great without modern medicine, that he loved and admired. Second thing this chiropractor did not have to work with blood. Which my father hated the idea of working with blood. My father did more research, got the courage to sit down and talk to my grandfather Sumner Hoffman (his dad) about what he wanted to do for a career. Which was to go to Chiropractic college to help people fell better without modern medicine. My dad was concerned about this conversation, as my grandfather was not easily swayed. ( Later in my blog I will discuss more about my grandparents. My dad showed passion with my grandfather, of wanting to be a Chiropractor. Than, my dad started his journey and went to Sherman College of Chiropractic in South Carolina. When my dad was done, like most people he found himself wondering. One thing was for sure he did not want to go back to New York....

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From what I remember, how my mom told the story my dad came to Michigan worked in a chiropractic clinic where he met my mom. They talked about business exchanged pleasantries', basic information. My dad had asked my mom out a couple different times. My mom had turned him down, as she had just gotten out of a divorce. She wanted to regain what we call hutsput (her wits, her grounds about her.) She was not sure what this guy from New York, was all about and wanted with a small time curly red-head. My dad... was not taking no for an answer. He could not understand this fiery women from the midwest wanted nothing to do with him. Not even coffee... and he hated coffee... Months later, they finally went on their first date. From there, they made history...