Healing hands

Healing hands

About two months ago the ankle of my right foot gave me lot of
trouble when I took a walk in the morning. It felt as if I had
twisted my ankle, but I could not recall having stumbled on a
stone or having had a nasty fall. As time went on, the pain got
worse until finally I could not do my daily exercise. I wondered
if this was an old man's disease.

My wife's friend, Mrs. T. told her that a certain Ibu (Mrs.)
S., a well-known masseuse, had recently cured her from the same
affliction. In the beginning, Mrs. T suffered excruciating pain
when she walked, but after eight massages she was completely
cured. However, the pain during the massage was terrible she
warned. The treatment is not for a sissy who cannot endure a
little bit of pain.

Nevertheless, I decided to give it a try. The masseuse is a
tiny woman who is not more than five feet tall and cannot weigh
more than 50 kilograms. Yet her wiry body apparently harbors
great strength, because when she massaged my ankle and the
afflicted parts I had the greatest difficulty smothering my
screams of pain. The pain was terrible. However, if the
unaffected part of my leg or my left foot was massaged I did not
feel any pain. The masseuse assured me that my case was a light
one.

She told me that she had massaged a patient who had had a
nasty fall and wrenched his knee cap out of its socket. When she
treated the patient, a burly man, he shrieked loudly and
shamelessly while saying that he had an inclination to pee in his
pants, so terrible was his agony.

After a few treatments he was completely cured, got married,
produced offspring and lived happily ever after. The masseuse
also said that another patient who twisted his ankle and refused
to have a massage had to limp for the rest of his life as an
invalid. The young man is single because no girl wants to marry a
young man with a limp, she ended her story. After two treatments,
I feel wonderful and believe that I am on the road to recovery.

A. DJUANA

Jakarta