For over a decade, I stood in a clinic, my hands moving with the precision of a man who understood the architecture of the human frame. As a retired Chiropractic Physician, my world was one of structural alignment: neurology, vertebrae, and the delicate dance of the nervous system. I didn't write scripts; I didn't perform surgeries. I adjusted the structure to allow the life force to flow. But life has a way of throwing a wrench into the most finely tuned machines. When I lost my wife,...