Spa City Therapy July 2017

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June 2017

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Remembering My Father page 1 DIY Foods That Save Money page 2 Patient Testimonials page 2 Most Underrated Hikes From Coast to Coast page 3 Sensational Summer Salad page 3 Yellowstone: Where the Wild Things Are page 4 Spa City Therapy ENTER TO WIN Find the misspelled word in this newsletter and call 501-984-2453 for your chance to win! First five callers win a $10 gift card! CALL 501-984-2453 Contest for past and present Spa City Therapy patients only. Please allow 60 days if you have won a gift card for misspelled words. Thank you!

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Remembering My Dad When I was 16 years old, my dad passed away from lung cancer at age 43. Although he never smoked a cigarette in his life, his doctors hypothesized that his exposure to paint fumes and chemicals may have contributed to his lung cancer. His short life span highlights one of the most important lessons I learned from him: Live life to the fullest and make time for family. Before I was born, my dad trained as an auto body technician in England, where he met my mom. They married and moved to Winnipeg, Canada, where my dad spent the next 10 years working at an auto body shop, fixing scratches, dents, and paint jobs. From there, he made a dramatic switch from the auto body business to the principal at our Christian school. He ran the school for three years before moving our family to Houston, Texas, shortly after the pastor of our church moved there. Even in our earliest days playing catch together in Winnipeg, my dad and I always had a sporting event to attend. In Winnipeg, we rooted for the Minnesota Vikings, and in Houston, we went to several sporting events at the Astrodome. Unfortunately, almost every sports team we cheered for seemed to lose. It didn’t matter if we were watching hockey or football. For some reason, we were drawn to terrible teams. Or maybe we were bad luck. Who knows! While we rarely found ourselves jumping up and down at the end of games, having that time with my dad was still special. Looking back on it now, I can see how much of a dad he was to me in the 16 years that I knew him. Losing my dad at a young age inspires me to always be there for my sons and cherish every moment I have with them. Just as my dad and I watched sports together, my sons and I are always going

to games. One year, we drove all the way down to Auburn for a football game, and another year, Austin and I attended several golf tournaments together. Despite the demands of running a small business, I’ve always made time to go to sporting events and take family road trips with my sons because I know that life isn’t a guarantee. At any moment, life can be taken away from you. That’s why you should make the most of every moment you have with those you care about. That’s the ultimate lesson I learned from my dad.

Mary Cobb Donna Mahle Mary Ann Mueller

– Lee Sowerbutts

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