“And you think you can help my daughter?”
“Only God knows for sure,” Jordan said softly. “But my grandmother said when the family believes and the patient wants to heal, the body listens.”
Emma clapped happily.
“Daddy, please let him try!”
Michael sighed.
“All right. Get in the car. Let’s go home and talk to my wife.”
Jordan hesitated.
“I’m poor, sir. I don’t want to bother you.”
“If you can help my daughter,” Michael said quietly, “you will never be a bother.”
The gates opened and the car drove into the mansion.
Inside, Michael introduced the boy to his wife, Laura, who looked immediately suspicious.
“A street kid is going to cure our daughter?” she said skeptically.
Jordan respectfully handed her a small worn notebook filled with drawings of plants, pressure points, and herbal mixtures.
Laura flipped through the pages. There was surprising detail and care.
“What do we have to lose?” Michael asked gently. “Nothing else has worked.”
After a long pause, Laura sighed.
“All right. But I stay with Emma the entire time.”
Jordan smiled.
“That’s fine, ma’am.”
Then Michael asked another question.
“Where do you live?”
Jordan hesitated.
“Under the overpass near the grocery store.”
Laura’s heart tightened.
“You can’t stay there,” she said.
Michael nodded.
“You can stay here while you help Emma. But there’s one condition—you go to school.”
Jordan’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
Emma grinned.
“Now I have a brother!”
Everyone laughed, and for the first time in months hope filled the Anderson house.
The next morning Jordan prepared the treatment. In the garden he carefully picked rosemary and mint. Inside, he filled a basin with warm water and herbs.
Kneeling beside Emma, he gently placed her feet in the water.
“It may feel strange,” he said softly.
Emma closed her eyes.
“It feels nice.”
Then he began pressing specific points on her feet, exactly as his grandmother had taught him.
“Do you feel anything?” he asked.
“A tingling,” she whispered.
Michael and Laura exchanged glances. Emma hadn’t felt sensation in her legs for months.
Jordan continued the massage for twenty minutes.
“How do you feel now?” he asked.
“My legs feel… awake,” Emma said.
Michael still doubted—but he was no longer dismissive.
“How often should this be done?”
“Twice a day,” Jordan replied.
That afternoon, during the second session, something incredible happened.
Jordan pressed a point on Emma’s foot.
She gasped.
“I felt that!”
Laura rushed over.