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04/25/2026

Last night our family celebrated my son Jordan’s 12th birthday.

It was a special one, especially with my oldest son in town from California, so the whole crew was together.

We have a family tradition on birthdays: after dinner and dessert, we go around the table and each share what we love and appreciate most about the birthday person.

It’s simple, yet meaningful & something we all look forward to.

As we went around sharing about Jordan, one theme kept coming up:

We all love watching him play baseball.

It started years ago in California: front yard games with his older brothers, a plastic bat, a wiffle ball, and very questionable strike zones.

He loved it then and somehow loves it even more now.

A week ago today, his team played in the championship game, and I had the privilege of helping coach.

We were up against the top team in the league, the same team we had lost to by one run earlier in the season and tied the second time.

This was the rubber match and we came out smoking hot in the first inning with a 7-0 lead, bases loaded and my son up to bat.

Momentum fully on our side. Coaches high-fiving. Everything clicking.

Then the unthinkable happens…the umpire stops the inning.

“Seven-run limit,” he says.

Only problem… our league rule is eight.

We politely brought it up. He politely snubbed our plea.

He wasn’t budging.

And just like that… the momentum shifted.

Add to this we had two key players missing, a few tough calls, and the game slipped away in the last inning with the final score: 9-8. We lost by one run.

Major heartbreaker.

If you’ve been around youth sports, you know, those losses hit hard. There were tears, quiet moments, and plenty of “what if” conversations.

After the game, we headed to closing day ceremonies.

Awards were handed out across the league, and our team did well: Golden Glove, Most Improved, Best Sportsmanship, and by God’s grace, Jordan was voted MVP.

A great honor. He was grateful, but later, sitting over cheeseburgers, fries, and root beer at Duffy’s, when I asked him what he thought about winning the award, he said,

“I’d trade it for the championship.”

Two days later, we went to a Marlins game to watch JJ Wetherholt, a second baseman with the St. Louis Cardinals who attends our church. After the game, we all got to go on the field and spend a few minutes with him.

Jordan walked away with an MLB baseball, a conversation he won’t forget, and a birthday memory that topped them all.

We finished the night at Versailles in Little Havana with Cuban food, chocolate shakes, and a late bedtime that was 100% worth it.

And somewhere in all of that, the loss started to look a little different.

Because here’s the truth:

Losses, disappointments, and setbacks often give us more than wins ever could.

Wins feel good. Losses make you think.

They make you replay moments. Reevaluate decisions. Refocus your effort.

That one run? I promise you, it’s been replayed from about 12 different angles already.

And because of that, it’s going to make him better.

The same is true with your health.

Most people don’t think about their body when everything feels fine.

But when something hurts…
Something tightens up…
Something keeps you from doing what you love…

Now you’re paying attention.
Now you’re asking questions.
Now you’re motivated to do something about it.

Nobody wants the setback, but those moments often become the turning point.

A few weeks ago, I injured my foot.

Not ideal, but it forced me to slow down, pay attention, and address things I probably would have ignored and much good has already come because of it.

Just how that game will make Jordan better the next time he steps on the field.

Because in the end, it’s not just about the outcome, it’s about what it teaches you.

So, whether it’s a tough loss or something in your body that just isn’t quite right, don’t ignore it, but lean into it and learn from it, because sometimes the thing you wish didn’t happen is the very thing you needed most to move forward.

Have a GREAT Saturday!

Dr. Derek “One Run Short, Many Lessons Long” Taylor

04/16/2026

Last week was opening night of Guys and Dolls at The King’s Academy.

My daughter has a small role as one of the Havana dancers.

I wasn’t very familiar with the play going in. All I knew was my wife had seen the movie, so I was curious to see how this whole thing would translate on stage.

And I have to say…It was funny, engaging, and really well done.

The director did an excellent job casting the right students in the right roles and it showed. Everything felt natural. Everything flowed. Which, if you’ve ever been around a production like this, is not a small thing.

Behind the scenes, these usually feel more like organized chaos. But this one? Smooth.

And according to the director, it’s been one of the smoothest productions they’ve had all year.

What also stood out was the atmosphere. This is the final production of the year, so for many of the students, especially the seniors, it’s a meaningful time. They’re enjoying every moment, while also realizing it’s wrapping up.

Some of them have been at the school their entire lives and now they’re getting ready for what’s next. Even my daughter, who’s only been there this past year, said she wishes the school year would slow down a bit. Which is not something you hear from kids very often.

Here’s what made it more interesting for me to see. My daughter is a vocalist. That’s her strength and that’s where she has had her training. This role is something new and she has stepped into it without hesitation.

No “I don’t know about this.” Just jumped in and ended up really enjoying it. Which says a lot because when people step into something that stretches them, and lean into it, you can feel the difference.

And I think that’s part of why this production worked so well.

Everyone was engaged. Everyone was contributing. Everyone actually looked like they wanted to be there and that’s not something you can fake. It shows.

Here’s something else I found interesting.

When my wife mentioned the movie version of Guys and Dolls, someone shared that the two main stars, Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando, didn’t exactly care for each other.

And apparently that came through in the final product. Same story, same script, yet very different result, which brings me to my connection with health (you knew it was coming).

There’s something powerful about alignment.

When things are working together… it shows.

When people dwell together in unity…it’s beautiful.

And when everything is working the way it’s supposed to…you can feel it.

That same idea applies directly to your body.

Your body works best when everything is in sync…joints, muscles, nerves…all doing what they’re designed to do. When one area is off, the whole system has to adapt and over time, that’s where problems start to show up.

But here’s what most people miss.

Just like my daughter stepping into something new, your body benefits from the right kind of challenge. Growth doesn’t come from avoiding movement. It comes from doing the right kind of movement, even when it feels a little unfamiliar at first.

Because when your body is working the way it’s supposed to…you don’t just move better, you feel better. More confidence. More energy. More freedom.

You participate more, you engage more, you enjoy more, and just like that cast on stage when everything is working together the way it should…it shows.

Have a great rest of your day,

Dr. Derek “In Sync” Taylor

P.S. Watching how well that production came together, everyone working in unison, each person doing their part, was a great reminder of how important that is for your body too.

That’s actually what I’ll be diving into at a small dinner workshop I’m hosting at the office on Tuesday, April 21st at 6:00pm for a select group of active patients who want a smarter approach to staying injury-free.

We’ll cover:
• The #1 mistake most active adults make before playing
• How to identify weak links before they turn into injuries
• The role of nutrition and key supplements in supporting tissue health
• What to do to recover quickly if something does go wrong
• Simple strategies to keep playing without setbacks

It’ll be a relaxed, small-group setting (and yes, food included).

If you’re interested, just reply back and let us know or call 561-867-1020.

04/10/2026

Last week, I made a house call near a set of pickleball courts I’d been hearing a lot about. So naturally… I had to check them out.

I happened to have my paddle in the trunk (because of course I do), and thought:

“I’ll just play a game… or two.” Famous last words.

No plan. No prep. No hydration. No warm-up. No stretching.

Basically, I showed up like I’m 25… with a body that clearly didn’t get the memo.

First game? Let’s just say… if there were scouts in attendance, they quietly left.

But after a couple games, I started finding a rhythm. Moving better. Feeling better.

Confidence rising. Bad sign. I should’ve wrapped it up right there and called it a day.

The next thing you know, I took off in a full sprint chasing a ball like ESPN was filming a documentary and suddenly…POP.

Right at the bottom of my left foot.

Not a ‘hmm, what was that?’ kind of pop… more like a ‘we’re done here’ kind of pop. Everything slowed down. Then the internal dialogue kicked in:

“Did I just tear something off the bone?”

“Am I looking at surgery?”

“Am I out for months?”

“Why am I even out here right now?”

I knew immediately… this wasn’t just a tweak. At that point, any reasonable person would’ve stopped.

But… we were one point away from finishing the game and I’m not about to leave my partner hanging like that.

So I stayed in. One serve. One point. Let’s go. He tosses the ball…and faults.

Of course. He hadn’t missed one all day. Which meant we had to keep playing… on a foot that was rapidly filing a formal complaint.

By the time the game ended, I was limping like I just aged 30 years in 5 minutes.

I start the long walk back to my car looking like Hopalong Cassidy… when I realize I left my sweatshirt on the court.

So I turned around and retraced every painful step like it was part of the plan.

By the time I got home? My heel was swelling like a balloon, and I couldn’t put any weight on it. Crutches. Two days.

I did two things immediately:

#1 - Scheduled an MRI
#2 - Started treating my left heel like it was a five-alarm Code Red

I threw everything at it…focused on calming the inflammation, supporting the tissue, and getting things moving in the right direction. The results weren’t immediate, we had to settle things down first, but believe it or not…

Two days later, I was off crutches, standing on it, and back on the court… strategically playing with beginners who had a few more birthdays than me.

My wife did not share my enthusiasm… and was not exactly throwing a party when I told her I was back out there. Four days after the injury, I got the MRI.

At that point, I was already about 30% better and improving daily. The reason I went through with it was curiosity…

And it confirmed what my foot had been trying to tell me:
Plantar fascia tear, another ligament tear in the ankle, and a few other tendons that clearly weren’t fans of my game plan.

Since then, my foot’s been making a steady comeback. I’m about 75-80% back and negotiating a return to full duty in the next 7-10 days… pending approval.

Here’s the takeaway:

What happened to me is incredibly common and very predictable.

1. Preparation matters

Showing up “cold” is a great way to find your limits… the hard way.

2. Your body compensates… until it can’t

You can get away with things right up until you can’t.

3. Explosive movements reveal weak links

It’s not the casual rally… it’s the sudden sprint that gets you.

4. Most injuries aren’t bad luck

They’re usually the result of a buildup that finally says, “we’re done here.”

5. Early action changes everything

The sooner you address it, the faster things turn around.

6. Movement is medicine… when done right

The goal isn’t to shut everything down, it’s to guide recovery properly.

7. Your feet matter more than you think

When they fail… everything gets your attention real fast.

8. You don’t have to stop doing what you love

You just have to work smarter about how you recover

Bottom line: I didn’t plan to play that day. And my body reminded me… it notices.

If you’re staying active… pickleball, tennis, golf, workouts, the goal isn’t to avoid activity. It’s to prepare your body so it can handle it, and bounce back quickly when something goes sideways.

Have a great rest of your day,

Dr. Derek “Should’ve Warmed Up” Taylor

PS: I’m hosting a small dinner workshop at the office on Tuesday, April 21st at 6:00pm for a select group of active patients who want a smarter approach to staying injury-free.

We’ll cover:

The #1 mistake most active adults make before playing

How to identify weak links before they become injuries

The role of nutrition and key supplements in supporting tissue health

What to do to recover quickly if something does go wrong
Simple strategies to keep playing without setbacks

This will be a small group by design, so I’ll be keeping it limited.

If you’d like to be considered, just reply back and let us know.

04/02/2026

I’m a big believer in maintenance.

03/17/2026

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

I was reminded of this “special” holiday by one of my kids, who threatened to pinch me this morning because the green I was wearing was apparently invisible. My brothers and I used to pinch each other on this day growing up, and since I taught my kids to do the same… let’s just say, the tables were turned, and it caught me completely off guard.

Surprises have a funny way of sneaking up on you, kind of like last weekend, when, unbeknownst to me, my wife decided it was time to reorganize the garage (she could barely fit her car in the garage without stepping on landmines to get out of it).

It hadn’t been that long since the last garage overhaul, but time has a way of sneaking up on you.

Earlier that morning I had wrapped up some work and had a great plan: plop down on the couch, and dive into a new book that had been taunting me from the Amazon package. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a quiet Saturday afternoon to just read.

Three minutes in, my plan was shattered. My wife bursts in from the garage, hair disheveled, slightly flustered, and eyes wide.

“Derek,” she said, “I need you to come out to the garage and take a look at this.”

Instantly, I knew: reading day over. “Character-building day,” on the other hand, had officially begun.

As I walked out, I braced for anything:

Maybe something had broken that wasn’t supposed to break.
Maybe something had been found that should’ve stayed lost.
Maybe one of our “we’ll never touch this but it looks important” piles had collapsed into a full-blown avalanche.
Instead, she pointed to the corner: a large metal water carafe had fallen off the top of the refrigerator, landed perfectly on the copper pipes coming out of the hot water heater, and wedged itself like it had signed a long-term lease.

She had pulled, tugged, tried every angle. It wasn’t going anywhere.

So I stepped in. A little twist, a little leverage, a dash of “husband usefulness” and it popped free. Problem solved.

At that point, my wife informed me she was officially done for the day. She had reached her limit and needed a shower immediately after spending hours in that dusty, dingy garage.

Technically, I could have gone back inside and resumed my date with the couch and my book, but something inside, a little still small voice, told me that I needed to be out there to finish what she started.

And the garage…it looked like a tornado had swooned on a thrift store.

There was stuff everywhere. Boxes stacked like pancakes.
Tools, cords, bins, scattered like confetti after a parade.
And then the “we might need this someday” items…
which really means: this hasn’t been useful in the past 15 years, but we’re not about to get caught unprepared for that one scenario that is probably going to happen any day now.

Despite hours of effort, it barely looked like progress had been made.

She didn’t ask me to keep going.

But it was obvious: if this garage was going to get finished… it wasn’t going to clean itself.

So the relaxing Saturday was officially cancelled and with the recruitment of my two youngest sons, we went to work.

About five and a half hours later, the job was done and the garage looked better than it had in a long time. You could actually walk through it without risking a trip to urgent care.

When I walked in the house, my wife greeted me like a decorated war hero returning from battle…dusty, exhausted, slightly traumatized.

I looked at her and said the same thing every man says after a project like that:

“Now, let’s keep it this way.”

Famous last words.

Because life, much like garages and bodies, has a sneaky way of sliding back into chaos. One box multiplies. Knees start creaking. Sleep becomes optional. Energy disappears. And suddenly, you’re staring at your own messy garage, wondering how it got this far.

Here’s the St. Patrick’s Day takeaway:

You can either spend a little time maintaining things now… or a lot of time fixing them later.
One is scheduled. The other is forced.

It’s like wearing green today: do it, and you stroll pinch-free. Skip it, and every kid in a five-mile radius decides you’re fair game. Maintenance is boring. Fixing is painful. Your body is no different. Small, consistent care now keeps you out of weekend-long crises later.

Have a terrific Tuesday (and wear green)!

Dr. Derek “The Garage Whisperer” Taylor

www.taylorchirolaser.com

561-867-1020

02/09/2026

Last night, our family gathered at the house, including my newly adopted daughters (my sons’ wives), to celebrate my birthday.
With our 21-year-old heading to California for a couple of weeks, we took advantage of a not-often-enough moment when everyone could be home at the same time.

These nights become more meaningful the older I get.

The evening started exactly how I like it.

My wife made one of my favorite meals, a Mediterranean chicken and artichoke dish with coconut rice and an off-the-chart salad. That was followed by a homemade gluten-free ice cream cake, which briefly convinces you it’s healthy… until your common sense catches up.

After dinner came gifts and one of our favorite family traditions. Every birthday, we sit together on the couch and everyone either shares something about the birthday person or gives them a card. The cards are always homemade…drawings, stick figures, inside jokes, and artistic interpretations that occasionally require clarification.

Then came the card from my 11-year-old.

He explained that he had drawn a picture of my Bible.

I stared at it for a moment and said,
“I know I’m almost 60 and getting older… but I hope this isn’t prophetic.
Because that looks an awful lot like my coffin.”

Everyone laughed.

I made a mental note to stay mobile.

After that, I made my birthday request, since all my older boys were together.

I asked if they’d play pickleball with me for half an hour. Some quality male bonding.

We played doubles. We laughed. We competed just enough to keep it interesting. It reminded me of when they were younger and we’d all play paddle tennis back in California.

Life went from “someday” to “how did we get here?” pretty quickly.

My oldest son’s birthday is tomorrow, the day after mine. It doesn’t feel that long ago that my cousin Sheryl threw us a joint birthday party thirty years ago. My 30th birthday and my son’s first.

Now here we are.

Thirty years later, he’s turning 30. He’s getting married in a few months. Our 21-year-old is flying across the country to celebrate with him. And in just a few weeks, our other son and his wife will welcome our first grandchild, Piper.

Our family is expanding quickly and I’m grateful for all of it.

I’m also grateful for the opportunity to keep showing up.

For dinners.
For games.
For celebrations.

Not just present in the room, but able. Able to move, respond, participate, and enjoy the moments as they’re happening.

There are no guarantees when it comes to health. You can do many of the right things, and ultimately our time and future rest in God’s hands. Still, I want to be a faithful steward of the body He’s entrusted to me, so I can continue to serve others well and say “yes” when the opportunity comes.

This season has reminded me how much I value being able to respond when life calls.

We often take simple abilities for granted:

Getting down on the floor with a grandchild and getting back up again.
Turning when someone calls your name.
Moving, reacting, lifting, and participating without hesitation.

It’s easy to overlook those abilities, until a crisis shows you what’s missing.
I see that every day in my practice.

The goal isn’t waiting for a problem.
It’s preventing one by improving how well your body responds to everyday life.

If you want to do that, without adding another routine, try this:

1. Practice transitions, not workouts.
Get up and down off the floor once a day, no hands if possible. Life rarely asks you to hold a plank; it asks you to change positions smoothly.

2. Reclaim your blind spots.
A few times a day, slowly turn your head left and right like someone just called your name. Neck mobility keeps your brain oriented and your body responsive.

3. Breathe low, not big.
Once or twice a day, take five slow nasal breaths, expanding your ribs instead of lifting your shoulders. A body that can’t breathe well rarely moves well.

That’s it.

No equipment.
No outfit change.
No pretending you’re “training.”

Just small reminders to your body that it still needs to respond, especially when life doesn’t give you a warm-up.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Dr. Derek “Not Done Yet” Taylor

www.taylorchirolaser.com

561-867-1020

02/09/2026

This afternoon, while talking with my neighbor out front, he said last week’s cold was the worst South Florida has seen in over 40 years.

I believe him.

For a few days it felt like someone hit “relocate” and dropped us somewhere between Minnesota and the Arctic. When I looked out at the canal, I half expected penguins instead of egrets.

About a year ago, my wife and I planted a gorgeous clusia hedge. Privacy. Green. Classy. Growing like it was on performance-enhancing fertilizer… until the Big Freeze rolled in like the drunk dad at his sons basketball game in the movie, ‘Hoosiers’.

Now more than half the plants look like they’ve been through a barbecue gone wrong. Brown. Crispy. Sad.

My wife stands at the window every morning like she’s mourning a lost puppy: “They were doing so well!” Meanwhile, I’m standing there pretending I’m not secretly heartbroken over a bunch of dead bushes.

Some plants came through looking spry and green. Others did not.

And it wasn’t just the hedge.

The iguanas had a rough week.

Some froze solid, full on ice-block mode, not moving at all.

When things warmed up, a few of them shook it off and strutted right back into the yard acting like they owned the place.

The others? No revival. They stayed stiff, went mushy, and switched careers from plant destroyer to plant fertilizer.

Same cold snap. Same backyard. Completely different endings.

Naturally, someone in the family asked the obvious question:

“Why did some make it and others didn’t?”

Because the freeze didn’t create weakness.
It exposed it.

Better soil.
Deeper roots.
Protection from the wind.
Stronger foundation.

The strong ones handled it. The weaker ones folded.

Same deal with us.

Viruses. Stress. Long weeks. Life applying pressure at inconvenient times.
The “freeze” usually isn’t the problem…it just turns the lights on.

Weak host? Rough ride.
Strong host? “That wasn’t enjoyable, but I’m still standing.”

We can’t outlaw cold snaps.
We can’t outlaw flu season.
And we definitely can’t outlaw life’s timing.

But you can stop being the shallow-rooted plant that struggles every time conditions aren’t ideal.
And you can stop being the iguana that never quite bounces back.

Here are three simple ways to build a stronger host, no gadgets, no trends, no $12 green drinks from Whole Foods:

Eat like the outcome matters.
Real food. Meat. Vegetables that resemble plants. Color on the plate. If your grocery cart screams “teenager left unsupervised with mom’s credit card,” you’re working against yourself. Stop the madness.
Move every day.
Not workouts, movement. Walk fast enough to breathe. Carry something heavier than your phone. Sitting all day turns your immune and nervous systems into a couple of security guards napping in the break room.
Hydrate consistently.
Your body w/o enough water is like a phone on 1% battery in the middle of nowhere. Muscles tighten, energy drops, headaches come on, brain fog kicks in and you lose focus. Drink ½ your body weight in fluid ounces.
Bottom line: Freezes are coming…literal, viral, emotional, financial, whatever.

Do these three things consistently and next time the cold snap, any kind, shows up, you’ll be more prepared to handle it.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Dr. Derek ‘Still Thawing Out’ Taylor

www.taylorchirolaser.com

P.S. — A Simple Way to Check Your “Freeze Readiness”

If last week’s cold snap made you wonder how resilient your own body really is, I’m offering a limited $69 Freeze Readiness Assessment for readers of this email.

It’s designed to look for areas of weakness before stress exposes them.

The assessment includes:

Full spine examination
Taylor Method evaluation
MyoVision surface EMG scan (to assess nervous system stress patterns)
Computerized postural analysis
3-D foot scan
TheraLight 360 red light session
X-rays if needed
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If you want to take advantage of it, mention this email when you call or text 561-867-1020.

11/16/2025

Last weekend, my wife and I attended our daughter’s Shakespeare school play at The King’s Academy.

If you’ve never been to a Shakespeare play, here’s my friendly public service announcement on what to expect:

You’ll spend the first hour pretending to understand what’s happening, the second hour wondering if anyone else does, and the final act clapping out of sheer relief that it’s over. (Just kidding. That’s my ignorance talking when it comes to appreciating the fine arts.)

But to put it a little more gently…
You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and you’ll have absolutely no idea why.

Anyway, after the play wrapped up, we were smiling, laughing, talking with other parents, taking pictures with my daughter, and enjoying the fact that we would be on our way home soon to decompress in our natural habitat… where no one speaks in 15th-century riddles and everything is said in good ol’ fashioned plain English.

Then a man with a camera materialized out of nowhere like he’d been training for a documentary on ambush interviewing. He struck with the speed of a door-to-door salesman who spotted an open garage.

He walked straight up to my wife, bypassing at least 40 more qualified and more willing parents, and asked, “Ma’am, would you be willing to do a quick interview for an ad we’re putting together?”

Now, my wife is wonderful. But when it comes to spontaneous interviews… let’s just say it’s not exactly her love language.

If there’s a camera within 20 feet, she instinctively starts scanning for a door, a hallway, or a solid wall she might be able to blend into. Being on camera is about as comfortable for her as wearing tight shoes on a long day.

And if she sees a microphone?
That’s a whole different level.

She treats microphones the way most people treat rattlesnakes: no sudden movements… and slowly back away.

In a nutshell, when it comes to spontaneous interviews, she would gladly choose dental work instead…without Novacaine.

But the man was already smiling, the microphone was already up, and she was already saying “sure” before her survival instincts could kick in. He was so polite and so sudden that escape wasn’t even an option. Before she knew it, the microphone was in the “ready” position.

Meanwhile, I’m off to the side thinking,
“Oh great… this guy has no idea he just kicked my wife’s sympathetic nervous system into overdrive… and I’m going to have to fix it later!”

She finished the interview, handed the mic back, did everything they asked, and immediately began auditing her performance with the intensity of a Supreme Court hearing.

For the rest of the evening, she replayed every second in her mind like she was analyzing security footage.

“Why did I do this?”
“Why did I say THAT?”
“Did that sentence even have an ending?”
“Why did I smile like that? Who smiles like that?”
“Did I blink normally, or did I blink like I’m sending Morse code?”
“Did I look calm or like someone delivering a hostage statement?”
“Can I legally stop them from showing this?”

It was a full internal meltdown. the kind only a surprise camera can cause.

Then the ad came out.

We watched it, bracing for impact… and she absolutely nailed it. She looked confident, comfortable, kind, and exactly like the thoughtful person she always is. If you didn’t know the behind-the-scenes panic, you’d never guess she had been dying inside.

What a concept: how she felt in the moment had almost nothing to do with how things actually went.

Which brings me to health.

Because the way my wife internalized that interview?

That’s EXACTLY how people treat their healing process.

Some folks walk into my clinic like undercover agents gathering evidence of failure:

“I don’t think anything’s changing.”
“I’m probably getting worse.”
“My spine actively dislikes me.”
Meanwhile their body is quietly remodeling scar tissue, calming nerves, reducing inflammation, realigning joints, and whispering, “Ma’am… we are literally doing our job.”

Then weeks later, they stroll in surprised:

“Wow… I actually feel pretty good now.”
“I slept the whole night!”
“I lifted something and nothing snapped!”

But during the process?
Everyone becomes their own worst commentator:

“I didn’t feel anything today… is that bad?”
“I felt something today… is THAT bad?”
It’s like people expect healing to show up with a PowerPoint presentation:

“Observe increased mobility in slide 6B.”
“Notice the 14% reduction in inflammation.”
But real progress doesn’t announce itself.
It moves like a quiet ninja, steady, subtle, and only obvious when you look back.

So here’s the takeaway:
Stop grading yourself minute-by-minute.
Zoom out. Look at the trend.

Because 9 times out of 10… you’re doing better than you think.

Have a GREAT Saturday!

Dr. Derek Taylor, DC

P.S. Patient Appreciation Turkey Day – Monday, November 24, 2025

To say thank you for being part of our Taylor Chiropractic & Laser Center family, we’re celebrating with a special one-day event:

Existing Patients
Schedule an appointment that day and receive a FREE Thanksgiving turkey with your visit.

New Patients
$97 New Patient Special – Includes consultation, exam, X-rays (if needed), adjustment, and a TheraLight 360 red light treatment + a FREE turkey.
Reactivation Patients (haven’t been in for 3+ months)
$47 Visit – Includes re-exam, intersegmental traction, and an adjustment + a FREE turkey.

*Due to federal and insurance regulations, this offer does not apply to Medicare or personal injury patients.

Appointments are limited.
Call 561-867-1020 to reserve your spot.

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