Category Archives: Personal stories

Frankincense is Fantastic!

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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.

Lonely Leonard Gets Lost

Leonard Fish age 14
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.

The Unicycle

Screen Shot 2018-02-22 at 8.02.02 PM.pngWhen 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.     

The Disappearing Bumps

Leonard FishSeveral months ago I noticed a couple of bumps on my chest. Just large enough to be slightly concerned, but not overly excited about. I thought I would try rubbing some essential oils on the bumps to see what would happen. I mixed 8 drops frankincense and 3 drops each of, helichrysum, juniper berry, thyme, geranium and lavender into a 15ml bottle. Then I filled the rest of the bottle up with fractionated coconut oil.

I didn’t think much about it. I started rubbing this mixture on the bumps on my chest as part of my daily routine when I would get out of the shower. We all have many routines that we do, that become muscle memory. That’s what started to happen with me.

One day as I was going through the motions I stopped to feel my chest where the bumps were. I had to really search the area on my chest to find the bumps. I have the slightest bumps that have dramatically reduced in size. I have no idea if these bumps could have posed a threat. I am grateful to have tools in my medicine cabinet that are natural, without harmful side effects that prescription drugs have.

A Fish Tale

Screen shot 2014-10-08 at 5.44.40 AMWhen 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.

Pie Perfection

Privation PieWhen 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 Calendar’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.

 

Small Things Matter

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Several years ago when I was in 3rd grade I bought a yellow football. I was so excited to take it to school and play with it at recess. I don’t remember the details, but the ball ended up on the school roof, I was devastated! After school, I talked to the custodian. He brushed me off by saying he couldn’t get my ball down at that moment. I asked him later, and he told me he couldn’t find my football, I was pretty disappointed.

Whenever I was let down by adults when I was a kid, I vowed to do things differently when I got older. I have had many chances to show children that they do matter regardless of how big or small the problem. I have had this chance more often since I became an elementary custodian almost 25 years ago.

One of these moments came the other day when a second grade student came to me crying. She told me that she lost one of the lenses from her glasses in an air vent outside. This situation came at a really bad time. We had just received 5 inches of snow and I was tired of shoveling snow. The last thing I wanted to do was go looking for a lens from a pair of glasses. After much searching, I found the lens giving it to the girl waiting above. She was so thrilled to have the lens to her glasses back.

This made me realize we each have things that matter to us. They might not mean a thing to others but they matter to us. Small random acts of kindness make a difference in the lives of everyone, we have a connection with. When a student asks me to get their shoe off the roof, or they have a ball that needs to be blown up, I help them with a smile. The children at my school know that I care, and their concerns matter.