There was a buddy of mine who lived two houses down and across the street. When we were kids, we’d race back and forth between our houses like we were mad men, dodging cars and trees along the way. One afternoon, he almost got swiped by a car and ended up with a fairly twisted neck upon landing. My father, the chiropractor, gently took him in and gave him a slight nudge. I’ll never forget the look on his face after he got up. “My neck is 100% fine,” he beamed. Fast forward 20 some years and that same buddy of mine is now a leading Orlando chiropractor. He still says he owes all his success to my dad.