Barbara Roberts, Homeopath

I have seen this shared a few times. Love this and a good description why I love being a Homeopath.

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.

One man, a Medical Doctor, decided to explain the problem with Homeopathy. He argued, “What’s a person going to get out of homeopathy other than junk science, a sugar pill and water? Why would anyone want to be a Homeopath?”

To stress his point he said to another guest;

“You’re a Homeopath Mrs Smith, What do you make?”

Mrs Smith, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, “You want to know what I make?

(She paused for a second, then began…)

“Well, I make people well again, healthier than they ever thought they could be.

I make people believe in themselves again.

I make people sit through a 90 minute consultation when their medical doctors haven’t got 7 minutes to spare, constantly looking at the computerised history, without listening to the patient before writing up another prescription.

You want to know what I make?

(She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table)

I make people think about possible causes, wonder if there is a reason for their illness.

I make them question me.

I make them look at their lifestyle choices.

I make them feel responsible for their health, empowered.

I make them have respect for themselves again.

I teach them how to listen to their bodies, see the signs, join the dots and avoid the triggers.

I make them research, research and research some more.

I make them understand that all their emotions and pain is real.

They use their God given brain, not the brain of a person in a white coat.

I make them see how unique they are, preserving their dignity.

I make my consultation room a place where all my patients feel safe.

Finally, I make them understand how their body works, why dis-ease occurs and how homeopathy works and how to reach optimum health again.

(Mrs Smith paused one last time and then continued.)

Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant. You want to know what I make – a difference.

What do you make Doctor?

His jaw dropped; he went silent.

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