A few years ago I was at my son Daniel’s graduation ceremony from High School. The principal started her commencement talk by recognizing people who have made a difference at Hunter High School
She first had the 4.0 students stand, then the honor roll students, one by one and sometimes in large groups people were standing in recognition for things they had accomplished.Lastly she requested that anyone who had provided a service stand. Almost everyone was standing at this point.
I noticed there were 6-8 people still seated at this point. I thought to myself, “How sad that these students were still sitting down.” Either they didn’t understand the importance of service or they couldn’t recognize the times they were serving even when they were helping others.
One of the reasons I like essential oils so much is I know others will benefit from using them, I love going out of my way to help people. At this point it is no longer about making money, it is about helping and serving others. As a result of this attitude I have been blessed with many amazing experiences with people using essential oils.
When I was eleven I wanted to make a homemade chocolate cream pie. My mother gave me the recipe. Then she said, “I will be in my bedroom if you need me.” She later admitted she would have gone nuts watching me cook when I was first learning this skill. The recipe called for 3 tablespoons of cornstarch. I added 3 tablespoons of baking soda instead. The recipe said “bring to a boil.” I couldn’t understand why the pie filling was foaming over the top of the pan. I called my mom into the kitchen.
No sooner did she come into the kitchen when she grabbed a large pan and poured part of the pie filling into the second pan. It just kept growing. This is when my mom started questioning the ingredients I had added. When I got to the cornstarch on the recipe card, I pointed to the baking soda container and said I added cornstarch. I was then told, “This pie filling is no good. When you thought you were adding cornstarch you were adding baking soda.” You can do everything just right except for one thing, ending up with a huge disaster.
Years later when I was 18 I had an opportunity to work at two separate places that made pies. I learned different techniques of pie making from both places. The Saturday before Thanksgiving I spent 18 hours making pies at Marie Callender’s. I am thankful for my training in pie making.
I have found myself showing several women’s groups how to make the perfect pie crust, and delicious pie fillings. My failure as a child was a stepping stone to my success with making pies today.
When you ask questions, not acting like you know it all, you will learn. I still find new ways to make things better from my past mistakes. Learning what works and what doesn’t is part of the joy.
Essential oils are a lot like my early days of cooking, when I made many mistakes with recipes. Now with essential oils I find myself continually going to my modern essential book which outlines the oil that works best for each condition I might have when I was unfamiliar with how the oils work. I find as in cooking, and with essential oils every time I fail, I am learning important life lessons.
When I was a small child I struggled with my reading ability. I was born with a lazy eye and astigmatism. The first four years of my life I wandered around half blind until I got glasses. This opened up a whole new world where I could see, but I was behind developmentally.
When I was in first and second grades I was at the bottom in all my classes at school. In my effort to catch up and improve myself, one year I received an award for reading 1,000 books to my mother and my two oldest siblings, Ramona and Sherry. The next closest person read only 400 books.
I had many helpful, caring teachers. I remember one machine that helped me read. It would make the sound of a word when you slid a card through the machine. It had a strip of recordable tape attached to cards. You would slide a card through the device, then you would hear the word you just read. I learned how to erase the right word and, replace it with the wrong word instead. The teacher was not happy with my newly discovered knowledge of the reading machine.
I find it interesting that in spite of my difficult past with reading, I have risen above my reading obstacle. I now enjoy writing, and sharing my love of essential oils. I have come full circle, sharing oils that may help small children with their ability to focus which I feel was one of my challenges as a child, and has followed me into adulthood. I have been blessed with an essential oil focus blend, that I have found greatly aids my ability to focus.
I remember a kind couple who loved my parents, John and Nome Mackaleash. They enjoyed visiting with our family. I remember one time when they came to our home that my sister Rachel was involved in a fundraiser, and was selling boxes of M&M candies for one dollar. This was big money in the 1980’s. I remember John pulled out 20 dollars and bought the whole case of candy. He then gave each one of us our own box.
Fast forward 20 years and my children are doing a school fundraiser. I totally discouraged my children from doing any fundraisers. I would say, “I will give you a dollar if you don’t do that fundraiser.” I was very nasty with everyone trying to sell me anything. One day I was listening to one of my audio books. The guy in the book is telling everyone to be more generous with their money and it will come back ten fold. I started doing this and it works. Now when children come over to the house selling things I buy from everyone. I think back to the great example and generosity of my parents’ friends. We must give more in order to receive more.
Generous giving of ourselves produces a generous harvest. I think this is why I enjoy using and sharing essential oils so much. When I use an essential oil that has personally effected my life in a positive way, I cant wait to share it with others. I love using a product that has no harmful side effects, that gives people another option for hope on their journey for better health.
When I was nine or ten I went fishing with my dad and older brother. We must have caught three or four good sized fish. Then my dad and brother gutted the fish which I considered disgusting.
When we got home my mom cooked up the fish, and I remember the entire house smelled of it. Then we sat down as a family to eat all this fried fish for dinner. I didn’t get all the bones out of my fish and I didn’t like the fishy taste. As a result of this experience, I don’t like anything to do with catching or eating fish. So my own rule is don’t eat the fish. This is a great rule for me because of a negative experience that I personally had. For many other people this would be a terrible rule.
How many of us follow rules even when we don’t understand why we are following them? Many rules that we follow are because of a negative experience that happened to someone else, or because of some unusual circumstances.
Mary was cooking a ham for dinner when one of her children asked her, “Why do you cut off the end of the ham when putting it in a pan? Mary’s response was “when I saw my mom cook a ham she always cut off the end of her hams.” Mary decided to call up her mom to find out why she cut the end of her ham off. Her response was, “my hams wouldn’t fit in any of my pans, so I cut the end off.”
Most things we do are based on how it was done in the past. When we get sick, what do we do, we reach for the pain relief capsules. We do what we were taught as children and young adults. We did the best we knew how with the knowledge we had at the time.
Now we know that with every man made drug there are harmful side effects, some minimal, others very dangerous, and compromising to our health. There is hope! I am excited to learn that there are essential oils that have no dangerous side effects, with positive results. I am happy to report my first line of defense when sick or healthy is by using powerful essential oils that have been studied for their healing properties.
As a child one of my favorite memories was listening to my dad tell stories of his youth and adventures before he married my mom. When he was in his early twenties he went on a 3 year mission to Hong Kong and Taiwan. I felt like I had lived there myself after he would describe in vivid detail how he lived and loved the Chinese people.
My dad told of adventures like how someone stole one of the missionaries bikes. On another day they were riding down the street with many people riding bikes when my dad and another missionary were riding right next to a man riding the stolen bike. So they each grabbed the handle bars on each side and forced him to give up the bike that was theirs.
One thing my dad loves is eating Chinese food. Being the fourth of ten children it made sense to feed the family lots of food from the Orient. There were times when the budget was tight when we ate rice 5-7 days a week. I remember my 8th grade history teacher was talking about China when he said “can you imagine eating rice every day” I raised my hand and said ‘I do eat rice everyday and love It.” One of my favorite dishes is Chinese Won-Tons. For the recipe Click Here
Many years ago when my mom was a little girl, her older brother Kumen got sick. My grandpa took him to the doctor and he was given a prescription for pneumonia. Shortly after taking the drug he got worse, much worse. My uncle that I never met, slipped into a coma, and died hours after taking the medicine at age 7.
Come to find out the pharmacist had accidentally given my uncle a prescription normally given to adults. My Grandpa was so distraught he decided to change his college major from horticulture to a pharmaceutical degree. He said if I can save one life it will be worth it.
For many years my grandparents owned a drug store in Wisner, Louisiana. One day a man came in to fill his prescription and my grandpa looked at the prescription and said “If I fill that prescription you will be dead tomorrow, I refuse to fill it”.
A week later this man appeared in the obituaries. Talking to another pharmacist, it became clear this man filled his prescription at another pharmacy. My grandpa, Alma Richie Sr., would often say “drugs are to sell not to take”.
I grew up in a home that tried every home remedy when you were sick before we would take medications of any kind. This is where I was first introduced to vitamin C for colds, Cayenne Pepper, and Echinacea Root capsules, I drank them with water to stay healthy. I will take Cascara Sagrada root when I am constipated. I drank a lot of peppermint tea when I had an upset stomach. When you have a headache, drink lots of water.
This is why essential oils make sense to me. Modern medicine is designed to manage symptoms and are made with isolated synthetic agents with side effects. Natures solutions are made of hundreds of natural compounds found in plants that increase physical and emotional health. They also help address issues and root causes, and have no side effects. For me this is a no brainer.
This is why essential oils are such a perfect fix for me and my family, because they are 50-70 times more powerful than herbs in their leaf and root forms that I used as a child. My first line of defense is always going to be a natural solution. If that doesn’t work or is not feasible I will go see the doctor. I challenge you not to not use drugs, and find a natural solution the next time you have a headache. It will change your life.
Frankincense is a very powerful essential oil. I have heard it called the Swiss Army Knife of essential oils because of it’s multiple uses. I have a friend at work that I was sharing essential oils with. He mentioned he has a daughter with a big planter wart on her hand. I looked in my Modern Essential Book and found that Frankincense essential oil was studied to help planter warts and may be effective. I put frankincense in a roller bottle with fractionated coconut oil. My friend had his daughter apply the the oil several times a day. After 10 days her planter wart was much improved .
Frankincense is a great oil to use if your immune system has been compromised. When I find myself feeling run down, with a stuffy nose and cough, I will put 3-4 drops of Frankincense essential oil in a glass of water and drink it. I find it frustrating when I finally decide to go to the doctor and he tells me sorry it is a virus there is nothing I can do for you. I am thinking to myself can’t you see I feel miserable and look horrible, I need help!
All essential oils cross the blood-brain barrier. This makes them uniquely able to address disease, not only from a physical level, but from a more basic, primary, level which the emotions are often the root cause of physical illness. Now when I hear “sorry you have a virus”, I know I can use essential oils that can cross the blood brain barrier to attack the virus that is negatively effecting my body.
There are many reasons I choose to use essential oils. The other day I was interested in knowing how many different essential oils I use in a day, I was surprised to count over 15. If your using essential oils great keep it up, if not let me help you get started on a life with positive effects.
When I was 14 the scouts went to a huge district camp in the West Desert of Utah where there were several hundred scouts. All the scouts and leaders were to follow a marked trail to a large camping area about a mile away. I was excited to get to the camping area ahead of all the scouts in my troop. I was a fast hiker and knew I could get to the camping area quickly. I wasn’t hiking alone since there were so many scouts from other troops. I knew I would be safe. I ended up hiking with a father and son from another troop. We kept hiking together for quite a while not seeing the camp. We knew we were in trouble when it started getting dark and no camp was in sight.
Since I was with an adult I didn’t worry too much about being lost. I only had my backpack with my sleeping bag and my food. I ate my dinner then unpacked my sleeping bag. I climbed into my sleeping bag early because I was cold. The scout and his Dad had a tent only big enough for two so I sleep under the stars. I remember I had just started dozing off to sleep when someone had found us. It was like a dream. I do remember them asking the man I was with if I was the missing scout. I was asked what my name was and what troop I was with. I am sure the news I had been found was a relief to my scout master. I was told to stay with the scout and his Dad until morning. The camp was only a few hundred yards away from where we were. That night it ended up raining so I got wet in my sleeping bag. It became a long cold night. I was never more thankful when morning came and we found the rest of the scouts in my troop. I found out that a few scouts changed the signs and rocks that were marking the trail so everyone could find their way to the camping spot better. Their prank could have been more serious.
At the next scout court of honor one of the scouts got up to tell about our last scout camp. He titled the camp, “Lonely Leonard Gets Lost.” Everyone had a big laugh. I have told this story several times over the years. I have a good friend to whom I told this story. He had been at that scout camp but he never realized I was the missing scout everyone was looking for until I told him the story. He said that everyone was calling my name. In his troop everyone in unison would count one two three, then call my name “Leon–ard” as loud as they could. There was even a search and rescue helicopter that was helping with the search. My friend said, “I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection until now.” We had a good laugh.
In 1 Thessalonians 5:8 it says “in every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” I am thankful for this experience because it made me realize how many people cared about me as a person. It also made me aware of how important it is to stay together as a troop when hiking. When you have a dramatic experience it changes you.
When I was 10 years old, my two oldest sisters got a unicycle to share for Christmas. They were not as thrilled as I was about learning how to ride a bicycle with one wheel, so they let me use it. I practiced riding the unicycle sometimes 2-3 hours at a time. I rode it so much that I broke the seat. Then I decided to make a wooden one. That idea wasn’t very practical for obvious reasons.
A few years passed, I kept thinking about how much I enjoyed riding my sister’s unicycle. I was in high school, saving my money for a school ring when I thought “a ring will be fun while I am in high school, but a unicycle will give me a lifetime of joy” I took my savings down to the local bike store and bought me a unicycle.
I practiced riding my new form of transportation and got pretty good. I got to where I could ride it forwards and backwards and even down stairs. I worked at a school two miles away, I started riding my unicycle to work, and soon realized you can’t coast. When you stop peddling you will stop moving.
After high school I moved on with my life, putting my unicycle in my closet for a couple of years. I decided to ride it one day as if the last time I rode it was yesterday. I realized somethings that you learn how to do, you will never forget. This made me realize, whatever your passion is, share it!
I now work as a custodian in an elementary school. I have enjoyed riding my unicycle in school Halloween parades, assemblies and neighborhood 4th of July parades. I let one of my neighborhood kids borrow my unicycle, he got pretty good. This year he received a wonderful surprise for Christmas, a unicycle! Pay it forward, share your passion.