“How I Became A Renegade, And The Tragedy That Changed My Life For The Better “
The Dr. Dave Story (In his own words)
“Once I was just like any other young doctor, full of ideas, ideals and energy. I wanted nothing more than what most young doctors want: to go out and serve my community by fighting off diseases and keeping people healthy. I was blessed to have a wonderful mentor in my father who practiced medicine until almost reaching the ripe old age of 80. I did all the right things. I joined the community medical organizations, and did loads of charity work. Very early in my career I began to notice some serious flaws in our medical system.
First of all I saw that while we were keeping people alive longer, they were anything but healthy and functional. So many were broken down relics of humanity, barely alive physically, and mentally and spiritually exhausted, just waiting for death. Very few were experiencing the Golden Years with any joy. Still I soldiered on caring for them as best I could, keeping them alive in spite of their illnesses. When I mentioned this tragedy to my colleagues, they would simply shrug and say something like," We all get old," as if this infirmity was an absolute and irrefutable condition that had to happen to everyone over a certain age.
Sometimes when I spoke about “healthy aging,” the idea would meet with downright hostility. It seemed to me that the medical establishment was not at all interested in the concept of healthy aging. Yet all I heard was how the elder generation was the fastest growing group of people in the country, and it would continue to grow at an enormous rate since my own Baby Boom generation was the largest demographic wave in history.
Nobody seemed to be looking into the concept of how to intervene before it was too late.
An End, and a Beginning
But, I had a bigger , more personal problem on my hands. I couldn't help but notice that my Dad, who was also a physician, had literally been ageless for decades, was beginning to slow down and have health problems. Though he was mentally sharp, his body seemed to suddenly begin to show the wear and tear of the many decades of hard work he had put in, mostly for the benefit of his family and especially for his children. He began to shrink, getting wrinkled and tired-looking for the first time.
Unfortunately, like so many other doctors then and now, my Dad didn't have an anti-aging mindset and cordially laughed off the suggestions I gave him. I didn't know then what I know now. I did not have the strength of conviction that I could help someone the way I do now. Oh, how wrong we both were.
Only a few years later my Dad who had been my biggest fan and supporter (Mom ain't too shabby either, by the way) fell on the ice ala Dr Atkins and sustained what is known as a compression fracture of his lower back. It came from an untreated condition often overlooked in men called osteoporosis. It is a major cause of premature aging and death and is eminently treatable.
Let me tell you my Dad was old school and one tough hombre. He had been a medic in the Battle of The Bulge in WWII and endured some amazing hardships just to become a doctor. Work and his family, which after 45 years of practice included his patients, were all that mattered to him. So he went back to work the next day WITH A BROKEN BACK! In spite of terrible pain and difficulty from the pills he was taking, he still did his duty and cared for his beloved patients. Sadly, his back got so bad he could no longer keep his balance and fell two more times. In the end he wound up breaking three more vertebrae in his back as a result of trying to keep working. He was hospitalized and died three weeks later of complications of his care.
I Will Never Forget His Last Words to Me
It was on a Friday and I got a call that he had taken a turn for the worse. He had a high fever that made him restless and began to cloud his thinking. His office staff, some of whom had been there since the early 1960s, still went to work each day to keep his office going in hopes he might return. Finally, I had to ask him what to do about the office. I said ,"Dad the girls want to know what they should do about the office. He said, "Tell them I'll be in tomorrow." Shortly after that he lapsed into a coma and passed from this earth.
After my dad died I began to think my life was over too. I felt like a sailing ship without a rudder heading toward the edge of the flat earth that Columbus proved didn't exist. I felt as if the rug had been yanked out from under my feet. The very core of my being and my beliefs was shaken. I also began to experience what many of my older patients had described as their own problem. When I looked in the mirror I barely recognized the person staring back at me. Though I was only 40, I looked at least 50 and I felt like I was 80.
Years of 70- to 100-hour workweeks, stress, sleep deprivation and physical neglect began to take their toll, and added to the stress of the loss of my father. Ironically I've found that doctors are some of the most unhealthy people I've ever met as a group. And these are the folks that are giving us advice! I began to feel like a hypocrite. Just when I hit rock bottom my Dad came to me in a dream and said," Son, you can no longer stay on this path." Before I could ask him what path to take he was gone. But when I awakened that morning I knew what I had to do.
From that moment on I became obsessed with finding out all I could about anti-aging medicine. Through my Dad's guidance I have found my real passion in life. Thus began the worldwide search I alluded to earlier. I delved into scientific teaching, nutritional habits, exercise routines and mental power. I pored over books and research articles for thousands of hours and became convinced that my goals could be achieved more quickly and effectively with the help of vitamins and supplements which I now offer to complete your anti-aging program.
I used my body and those of my family as a laboratory. Once I was convinced what I was doing was safe, I began to offer my information to patients and they have benefited greatly. I sought out the great masters of the subject that I was sure were out there guarding the truth about staying young. These secrets, which I paid dearly for, added to my knowledge greatly.
In the meantime, a funny thing happened. Slowly but surely some of my colleagues who had been my staunchest critics began to come to me for advice. They had noticed how much better I was starting to look and how I had seemingly miraculously turned back the clock. A few even became my patients. Word began to spread that my supplements are unlike any others out there. Pretty soon people began beating down my doors to get my advice and buy my products. As of now we can barely keep the stuff on the shelves. With all this positive feedback I have received I knew I had to make my products and information available on a national level, consequences be damned.
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