Everything was clean, fresh, smelling of seaweeds and ocean breeze. «How did you do this?» Emily was surprised. He asked permission from the senior marina master, said he wanted to store pool equipment here.
On the table stood small vials with marine extracts, bundles of dried seaweeds, and some hydrotherapy devices unfamiliar to Emily. What is all this? Concentrates I make myself from seaweeds I collect on the coast. Laminaria, fucus, spirulina…
This is for relaxation and improving circulation. And this, he pointed to the seaweeds, for wraps. Ramon explained that he would start with light hydromassage of the legs in warm seawater to stimulate circulation.
Then he would work with the spine in the pool, trying to release muscle clamps. Nothing painful or dangerous. The first session lasted about an hour.
Warm seawater enveloped Emily’s legs, and Ramon worked silently, focused, his hands moving confidently and gently underwater. Emily hadn’t felt her legs for 12 years, but something was happening, some warmth, tingling, or was it her imagination. «What do you feel?» Ramon asked.
«I don’t know, something strange, like warmth from the seawater.» «That’s good, the minerals are starting to work.» After the session, Emily felt an unusual lightness.
Not in her legs, there was still nothing there, but in her whole body, as if some burden had been lifted from her, and the sea air filled her lungs with new energy. «When will the next session be?» she asked. «Tomorrow, if you want.
But remember, it’s a long process, the sea doesn’t hurry.» Emily nodded, for the first time in many years she had hope. The second session went even better.
Ramon added breathing exercises to the hydrotherapy under the sound of the surf and work with acupuncture points on the back in the water. He talked about his philosophy of treatment at the same time. In my country we believe that the body stores memory of traumas, not only physical, but emotional.
Sometimes you need to wash away this memory with seawater so the body can remember how to be healthy. And what emotional traumas could be connected to that storm? I don’t know. You must understand that yourself.
I can only help your body remember the sea you loved. By the end of the third month, the sessions became the most important part of Emily’s day. She eagerly awaited the morning meetings with Ramon in the warm pool, which gave her the feeling that life was continuing.
For the first time in years, she began to care about her appearance, ordered new clothes, asked a hairdresser to come to the house. William Thompson noticed these changes but couldn’t understand their cause. His daughter became more lively, active, even started to take interest in the family business.
At the same time, he knew she still spent a lot of time in the marina, communicating with that master. One day he decided to follow her. When Emily, as usual, went to the sea, William followed her unnoticed.
To his surprise, she headed not to the docks, but to the old spa pavilion. Through the window he saw a scene that enraged him, some stranger massaging his daughter’s legs in the pool. William burst into the pavilion like a hurricane.
«What’s going on here?» he shouted. Emily paled. Ramon calmly rose from the water and wiped his hands with a towel.
«Dad, I can explain.» «Explain what?» «That this, this man is engaging in illegal medical practice. That he’s working without a license, breaking the law.»
«He’s not engaging in medical practice. He’s helping me with hydrotherapy.» «Helping? Without doctors’ permission? Do you think I haven’t spent money on the world’s best hydrotherapists and physiotherapists?» Ramon tried to intervene.
«Mr. Thompson, please, let me explain.» «You’ve explained enough,» William interrupted him. «You’re fired.
And if I see you near my daughter again, I’ll call the police.» «Dad, no!» Emily cried. «You don’t understand.
For the first time in twelve years I feel alive.» That evening William Thompson didn’t sleep all night. He sat in his office, looking at photos of his daughter from her youth, a happy, full-of-life girl on a sailboat, and tried to comprehend what had happened.
For twelve years he had fought her illness with all available means—the world’s best clinics, experimental treatments, millions of dollars spent. And now some Cuban migrant without documents or license was doing what official medicine couldn’t. In the morning he requested a meeting with Ramon.
They met in a neutral place, a small cafe on the waterfront. «Mr. Navarro,» William began, «I must apologize for my behavior.» Ramon nodded but said nothing.
«As a father, I was afraid someone might harm my daughter or give her false hopes. But I see what’s happening to her now, and I don’t understand how, but it’s working. Senor Thompson, I never promised miracles.
I just believed it’s worth trying. Tell me about your methods, I want to understand.» Ramon told about his approach to treatment…
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