There aren't enough stars in the sky to express how much gratitude I have for Brian D. Walters at The Miracle of Massage.
When I first walked—or rather hobbled—through their doors, I was riddled with doubt. Every doctor I’d seen had steered me toward physical therapy, but after countless sessions and minimal relief, I was losing hope. A former client of The Miracle of Massage recommended Brian, but I remained skeptical. Could this really be any different?
My diagnosis was Ventrogluteal pain, a condition that mimics Sciatica but radiates from the hip down instead of the lower back. The pain was unbearable, and one terrifying episode left me unable to walk, rushing me to the emergency room by ambulance. For three agonizing days, I was bedridden. Sitting was bearable with the help of oxycodone, but standing felt impossible—a distant memory of normalcy.
On my first visit, I met Brian, whose calm demeanor immediately put me at ease. He listened intently, his confidence tempered with empathy. After just one session, something miraculous happened: I stood up. Not with the aid of a walker, but on my own two feet. His only instruction? “Baby steps.” Those two words stayed with me, guiding me through every stage of my recovery.
By my second session, I could walk the entire length of my apartment. For the first time in months, I felt hope returning. The heavy fog of narcotics like morphine and oxycodone was no longer needed. Brian’s professionalism, unmatched knowledge, and unwavering respect created an environment where healing felt not just possible, but inevitable.
Brian didn’t just ease my pain; he gave me back my independence. I owe him more than words can express. Thank you, Brian, from the bottom of my heart. You truly are a miracle worker.
—Naima
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