Growing up, I had two best friends named Tim.
That’s right; we were the 3 Tims. (kinda scary, if you knew me back then.) 🤣
I was co-captain on our high school swim team with one of the Tims. I’ll refer to him as “Timmer” because that’s what I called him.
He was sweet, kind, funny, and strong.
After high school, I went to college (the first in my immediate family to do so.)
Timmer joined the Navy and traveled the world. He wore glasses, and it kept him from entering the SEAL team.
So he became a diver and diffused bombs underwater, which is equally badass.
He also did three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Every once in a while, I’d get a video from him blowing something up in the desert, which I always wondered was allowed.
But that was Timmer. We were rebels.
Tim’s unit got attacked during his last tour, and his right arm took shrapnel. He came home after several surgeries to recover.
But the Tim I knew had been replaced by a quiet, reserved guy who didn’t talk much and did a lot more drinking than I could handle.
He said many times while they were out there in the heat with hot f-king sand in every crevice of his body, guarding oil fields and not making a damn bit of difference.
There wasn’t much to do except work out, drink, and try not to get shot.
That was the last time I saw Timmer, except in his coffin.
That SOB survived three tours of duty and active combat to come home and roll his corvette. Sadly, I’m sure he was drunk when it happened.
Sometimes the war doesn’t take you until after you’re back home.
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The phone call I received from his family broke my heart and brought up many memories of the dads who died while I was growing up.
Most of them were Vietnam Vets. They all drank heavily, didn’t talk about their experiences, and had cancer from Agent Orange.
Thus, I’ve had a soft spot in my heart for soldiers, and although I wasn’t in the military, I’ve been fighting for their survival and happiness most of my career with GREAT success!
I took my strategies and successes to the VA, but they kept getting lost in a sea of red tape and bureaucracy.
So, I spread the message on my own and have helped hundreds of veterans stop smoking, end their PTSD (yes, I said “END it”), save their marriages, and repair their relationships with their kids.
I’ve had the toughest guys on the planet in my office crying their eyes out with their heads buried in their hands, ashamed for doing what needed doing to survive.
I’ve cried with them but, more importantly, walked them out of the pain, remorse, regret, and mental prisons they had condemned themselves to.
Those experiences are what I’m most proud of in my career.
BUT, I cannot make the kind of difference needed by myself.
So, I’m building an Army (& Navy) of Healers whose MISSION is to end needless emotional suffering.
We will do this for anyone who needs and is ready for help.
Yet, I’m going to be focusing on helping Veterans and training Veterans in my OBA Hypnotist Method, so they can help their brothers and sisters to heal and live happy, productive lives after combat.
I’ve got BIG plans and have already recruited extraordinary people, who you’ll be meeting soon through these emails, who will build and fund this Army of Healers.
If this mission strikes a chord in you, please reach out and let me know.
If it doesn’t, that’s okay.
Everyone has their mission, and I’ll continue to help you accomplish yours, whatever it may be.
More on all of this soon.
Thanks for reading, and enjoy the rest of your day.
🙂 Tim Shurr, MA
OBA Hypnotist Instructor
IndyHypnosis.com
(877) 944-HOPE
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