As we continued biking, three dogs ran out into the road, barking and racing alongside of us. One dog, a boxer, grabbed onto Lenny’s rear pannier cover with his teeth so Lenny ended up dragging him for about six feet. We found out he did the same thing to another biker. Lorraine got scared, but the dogs seemed to lose interest and allowed her to pass. We stopped to pet some friendly donkeys – they loved it and were jockeying for attention.
As we rode by a building under construction, an older man called out to us to come by and visit with them. There were two other Amish men who were building a garage. The older gentleman’s name was Bill Burrell from Springfield; he was their driver. The two Amish gentlemen were named Amos Burkholder and Petie Schwartz, both of Seymour, Missouri. They asked about our trip and we gave them brochures. Bill said he admired us for undertaking this journey and cause. Amos told us that he learned how to check and adjust spines from a chiropractor and provided basic care to his people. He said that if he has a difficult case, he refers it out to a chiropractor. They all had heard of Dr. Horton, and Petie’s brother, Sammy Schwartz, sees Dr. Horton. Amos asked how our trip was going, and we said it has had its ups and downs. He commented, “It’s the hard times that make for memorable experiences.” We agreed. We had them write down their names and addresses, and we took a photograph of Bill.
We stopped at another home to fill up our water bottles. When we got to the town of Marshfield, we were planning on continuing another 26 miles to Hartville. There was only one place to stay there, so we called ahead to check on the accommodations. The number we had was disconnected, so we decided to stay in Marshfield. We checked into the Plaza Motel and took showers and got comfortable. The people in the room next to us were making a racket, screaming and body-slamming against the wall, so we called the front desk to complain. The woman said she would take care of it, but the noise continued. We asked to be put in another room and the woman said she would not do that – the best she could do is give us a refund. We decided to take her up on that offer and left.
The other hotel in town was closed, so we went to an RV park that had tent camping. Lenny told the manager, Tammy Hughes, about our journey and our cause – she looked stunned. She said, “I believe I have one of those vertebral subluxations. I am getting liver and kidney failure, and I cannot even pick up my grandson.” She asked who corrects this problem and Lenny told her that only chiropractors are trained to correct vertebral subluxations. He gave her Dr. Horton’s name and number, as well as our website address. She said, “I don’t know if you believe in God but I believe he sent you to me.”
It was so hot and humid, we were dripping in sweat when we were getting ready for bed. Lorraine opted to sleep in the laundry/bathroom since it was air-conditioned and was used by only us (as far as we knew) since we were the only tent campers. When Lorraine was sitting on the floor, reading, Tammy came in to clean the bathroom and Lorraine told her that she was not used to sleeping in this humidity. Tammy said she had a treat for us - she had an empty mobile home that was air-conditioned - we could have private bathrooms and sleep on the floor. We packed up our stuff and brought it inside, and it was wonderful – we couldn’t thank Tammy enough!
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