Touching America-Hot Springs School of Massage Therapy Technology

02/22/2026

2026 Touching America CE Classes
1/11/26 Medical Massage #1, upper body, 6 ceu, $120, 10 am.
2/22/26 Medical Massage #2 Lower body, 6 ceu, $120, 10 am.
3/15/26 Medical Massage Pain in the neck and cervical area, 6 ceu, $120, 10 am.
4/12/26 Medical Massage #4 Lymphatic Drainage Made Simple, 9 ceu, $180, 9 am.
5/17/26 Medical Massage #5 Painful Conditions of the back, 6 ceu, $120, 10 am.
6/7/26 Medical Massage For your Athletes, 6 ceu, $120, 10 am.
( #7 is taken at home, is Medical Massage #7 Business and sales, 6 ceu, $65, must turn in questions.)
7/12/26 Barefoot Bodywork, 6 ceu, $120, 10 am.
8/16/26 Spa Therapies for you and your clients! 6 ceu, $120, 10 am.
9/20/26 FibroEase Technique, 7 ceu, SALE $120 1 ceu FREE!10 am. (This technique uses essential oils, heat, massage, & stretching and works wonders for fibromyalgia, all curvatures, & all pain and boosts the immune system as well!)
10/18/26 Thai Massage Therapy, 9 ceu, $180, 9am.
11/15/26 Lymphatic Drainage Made Simple, 9 ceu, $180, 9 am.
December, we have NO in person ce class available. But we do have 2 in home classes that have 6 ceu each and cost $65 for either one!
1. Business, advertising, and sales.
2. Aromatherapy and esential oil therapies. (you will get recipes too!)

Touching America School 600 Pine Forest Dr. Suite 120, Maumelle, AR 72113 501-772-1226.
To register call our cell 501-772-5571.
Thank you for choosing us for your Massage School and CE needs, we sure appreciate you all!
Blessings,
Theanna & Gregg Benefiel, MTI, MMP, RMT

02/22/2026

Touching America-Hot Springs School of Massage Therapy Technology just graduated day class and so is ready for you all to come register for our next day class that will run Mon-Wed 9 am to 4 pm and takes 6 months to graduate!
We also have a few spaces available for night classes that run Mon - Wed 5:30-10:30 and takes about 10 months to graduate.
We also have a combo class- Mon - Wed 9 am to 4 pm and a break, then 5:30-10:30 pm and takes about 4 months to graduate!
Call Theanna (owner) today for a free catalog and registration information on her cell 501-772-5571!
We look forward to hearing from you!

01/26/2026

Here is the Touching America 2026 CE Schedule:
January 11, 2026: Medical Massage #1 - Upper Body, 6 CEUs, $120, 10 AM
February 22, 2026: Medical Massage #2 - Lower Body, 6 CEUs, $120, 10 AM
March 15, 2026: Medical Massage - Pain in the Neck and Cervical Area, 6 CEUs, $120, 10 AM
April 12, 2026: Medical Massage #4 - Lymphatic Drainage Made Simple, 9 CEUs, $180, 9 AM
May 17, 2026: Medical Massage #5 - Painful Conditions of the Back, 6 CEUs, $120, 10 AM
June 7, 2026: Medical Massage - For Your Athletes, 6 CEUs, $120, 10 AM
July 12, 2026: Barefoot Bodywork, 6 CEUs, $120, 10 AM
August 16, 2026: Spa Therapies for You and Your Clients, 6 CEUs, $120, 10 AM
September 20, 2026: FibroEase Technique, 7 CEUs, SALE $120, 1 CEU FREE, 10 AM
October 18, 2026: Thai Massage Therapy, 9 CEUs, $180, 9 AM
November 15, 2026: Lymphatic Drainage Made Simple, 9 CEUs, $180, 9 AM
For more details, you can visit the official Touching America website here.

11/25/2025

Support and believe in your teachers! They are the hope of our children and our future!

11/25/2025

Yummy!

11/25/2025

Yep it a miracle we made it!

11/25/2025

Good read!

The hardware store closes at six. It’s 5:58 when the kid walks in.

Tom has been sweeping the same aisle for far too long, ready to shut the doors. Seventy years old, sore feet, and already dreaming of his chair at home.

The kid looks sixteen at most. Rain running off his jacket. Shaking.

“We’re closing,” Tom says, gentle but firm.

“Please… I just need a lock. For a door.”

Something in the kid’s voice hits him. Fear. Urgency.

Tom pauses. “What kind of lock?”

“I don’t know. Just one that works. One that keeps people out.”

Tom notices the black eye. Fresh. Swollen. He doesn’t ask a single question.

He walks to aisle seven. Shows the locks. The kid reaches for the cheapest one. Eight ninety nine.

“That one won’t stop anyone,” Tom says.

He hands him a heavy deadbolt. Solid metal. Thirty four ninety nine.

The kid’s face falls. “I only have twelve dollars.”

Silence. Rain tapping the roof.

Tom takes the deadbolt to the register. Rings it up. “Twelve dollars.”

“But…”

“Sale price. Today only.”

The kid knows there is no sale. Tries not to cry. Fails.

Tom bags the lock and slips in a screwdriver. “Free.”

“You know how to install it?” he asks.

The kid shakes his head.

“You got twenty minutes?”

They drive in Tom’s truck. No talking. The kid guides him to a rundown duplex. Upstairs unit. Door frame cracked. Old lock busted.

Tom installs the deadbolt in fifteen minutes. Checks it. Perfect.

Hands him both keys. “If someone tries to get in, call 911.”

The kid nods.

Tom is halfway to his truck when he hears, “Why?”

He turns. The kid stands in the doorway clutching the keys like treasure.

“Why did you help me?”

Tom thinks of his own son. Long gone now. Different place. Same lost look. A memory that never stops hurting.

“Because you asked,” Tom says.

He leaves. Doesn’t mention it to anyone.

Three weeks later, a woman walks into the store. Tired face but smiling.

“Are you Tom?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“My son told me about you. The lock you gave him.” Her voice shakes. “His father… my ex-husband… he’s dangerous. That lock kept us safe until the court stepped in. Until we could breathe again.”

She hands him an envelope. “This is the thirty dollars we owed you. And a little extra.”

Tom tries to refuse. She insists.

“You didn’t just sell him a lock,” she says. “You saw us when we felt invisible.”

After she leaves, Tom opens the envelope. Sixty dollars. And a note from the kid:

“I installed three more locks for neighbors who needed help. Learned how to do it right. Starting trade school next year. Maybe I’ll work in a hardware store someday. Be someone like you.
—Marcus”

Tom’s manager finds him wiping tears at the register.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” Tom says quietly. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

That night, Tom stays open two minutes past closing. Then five. Then ten.

Just in case someone walks in at 5:58.

Cold. Shaken. Needing more than a piece of hardware.

Because he understands something now:

The last customer of the day might be the one who needs kindness the most.

Let this story keep spreading.

11/25/2025

So true.

January 19, 1946. A one-room cabin in the Smoky Mountains. No electricity. No running water. Twelve people sharing a space so small you could touch both walls at once.
Dolly Parton entered the world that day, delivered by a doctor who couldn't be paid in cash because her family had none. He left with cornmeal instead.
Her father worked to***co fields from dawn until dark but never learned to read. Her mother gave birth to twelve children in that tiny cabin. Dolly was number four. The kids slept three and four to a bed, piled together for warmth when snow pushed through the cracks in the walls.
They bathed in the creek—cold mountain water, no privacy, just lye soap and survival.
Dolly wore dresses her mother sewed from feed sacks and flour bags. Once, her mama made her a coat from fabric scraps—a patchwork of colors. The other children mocked her for it. Dolly loved it anyway.
Years later, she'd turn that coat into one of her most famous songs.
She didn't know she was poor until someone told her. Everyone around her lived the same way. But what she did know was music. Her mother sang Appalachian hymns. Her father played banjo. Music cost nothing and gave them everything.
By ten, she was performing on local radio. By thirteen, she'd recorded her first single. The day after graduating high school in 1964, she left for Nashville with a guitar, a suitcase, and dreams too big for that mountain cabin to hold.
What came next is legendary: "Jolene." "I Will Always Love You." "9 to 5." Eleven Grammys. The Country Music Hall of Fame. Movie roles. A theme park. Global icon status.
Dolly Parton became a star wrapped in rhinestones and big hair—glittering proof that talent and grit can take you anywhere.
But here's what makes her extraordinary: she never forgot that creek. She never forgot sleeping four to a bed or wearing clothes made from feed sacks.
And when the millions came, she made a choice. She'd give it back.
In 1995, she launched the Imagination Library. Every child from birth to age five gets a free book mailed to their home every month. No requirements. No hoops to jump through. Just books.
She started in her Tennessee county. Today, the program spans five countries and has gifted over 200 million books—200 million—to children who might otherwise grow up without a single one.
When wildfires destroyed homes in Gatlinburg, Tennessee in 2016, Dolly didn't just write a check. She gave $1,000 per month for six months to every family who lost their home. Sustained support while they rebuilt.
When COVID-19 hit in 2020, she donated $1 million to Vanderbilt Medical Center for vaccine research. That money helped develop the Moderna vaccine—a tool that saved millions of lives worldwide.
She's funded scholarships, hospitals, cancer research, and literacy programs. Forbes estimates she's given away over $500 million throughout her career.
Half a billion dollars.
Ask her about it, and she'll deflect with a joke. She'll say she's just doing what her mama taught her: if you have more than you need, help those who don't.
Dolly Parton could be a reclusive billionaire. She's earned it. Instead, she remembers.
She remembers bathing in that cold creek.
She remembers the coat made of scraps.
She remembers the doctor being paid with cornmeal.
And she's spent decades making sure other kids' memories can be different.
What makes Dolly beloved isn't just her voice—though it's extraordinary. It's not just her humor or sparkle—though both are infectious.
It's that she became everything she dreamed of and then used that success to lift up everyone still dreaming in one-room cabins.
She wore poverty like that coat of many colors. When she made it big, she didn't hide it or forget it.
She turned it into her greatest masterpiece: generosity.
From a cabin with no running water to an empire built on talent and heart. From feed sack dresses to rhinestone gowns—but the same soul underneath.
Dolly Parton proves you can reach the stars without forgetting the dirt roads that got you there.
The truest measure of success isn't what you make.
It's what you give away.

11/25/2025

11/25/2025

11/25/2025

Wow!

11/24/2025

🌳 This is not a painting — it’s the view from beneath an ancient pedunculate oak. It is over 400 years old.

When you gaze upward, the interwoven branches create a soaring hall of light and vitality — nature’s own grand masterpiece.