My father was a military officer with a deep intuitive understanding of individuals and groups and bringing out the best in them. My mother and grandmother were master NYC teachers who brought the best out in their pupils whether disabled, gifted, or “normal”. Discussions and books at home led to understanding human beings more deeply. From 5-8 years old, we lived in Germany. I met people from many countries and learned to attend to their emotions, body language, and culture. My father’s father was a master mushroom healer in the Appalachians of Kentucky. I observed him healing in his mushroom clinic as a boy. Soon after, visiting my sister in Wyoming for many summers, I saw medicine men healing with herbs, singing, drumming, dancing, sweat lodge meditation.
By the age of 16 years when asked to write an essay on what I would be in life, I wrote I would be an herbal psychopharmacologist. No one knew what that was at the time.
As an intern in NYC, I developed a severe back disc problem. I chose not to do extensive surgery or high dose steroids, but acupuncture. The latter was rapidly effective and very inexpensive with no side effects.
A separate thread was being beaten up by gangs of Neo-Nazi white supremacists in 5th and 6th grade. I was only saved by an older friend who had learned some martial arts. In 9th grade I began learning first judo/jiu-jitsu, then later karate, then aikido from different masters. Breathwork and meditation were required.