12/04/2025
Recently someone asked me why I chose massage therapy.
And my answer is the same today as it was years ago:
Massage therapy chose me.
God used it to open my eyes during one of the darkest seasons of my life.
It was October 1999.
We were on a Disney family vacation when I received my very first massage.
When the therapist finished, she gently placed her hands on my shoulders and said, “All good things must come to an end, sweetheart.”
She was talking about the massage… but God was talking to my heart.
My life was falling apart behind the scenes.
My then-husband and I were pretending everything was fine, but the friction, the tension, the silent heaviness — it was all settling deep in my body.
When she said those words, something inside me knew a chapter of my life was ending… and somehow, God was going to make a way.
I remember sitting on the edge of the table thinking,
“I want to learn how to make people feel this cared for… this seen… this relieved.”
When we got home, I shared the whole experience with a dear friend. I knew something had to change — no matter how the rest of my life turned out.
So we packed up our babies and drove to Baltimore, Maryland.
I toured the massage school, met the kindest people, and for the first time in a long time, I felt hope.
With the support of my parents and my friend, I signed up that very day.
Classes started in January… and my life was never the same.
That massage.
That therapist.
That friend.
That day trip.
They changed the entire direction of my story.
I loved massage therapy then, and I love it even more now.
And I pray I never forget the whisper God planted in my heart that day:
Good things do end…
but beautiful things can begin right on the other side.
Take your time.
Trust the journey.
— Tammy Sue
