Holy Vessels

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The blood work my doctor ordered shed no light on my condition. The neurologist’s report held no clue. The rheumatologist’s report was inconclusive. I was 30 years old but I knew I was dying. Then one morning I dropped to my knees and bawled for help. It was not a pretty sight, tears mixed with snot as I wailed, “God, I’m falling apart. You have GOT to help me.”

That very day, I met a woman who introduced me to a whole-foods, plant- based diet. I…