By the time I was eight years old, we had pretty much exhausted all avenues of treatment for my allergies and asthma. I had been treated by the best dermatologists in the U.S., the best acupuncturalists, and the best Traditional chinese Medicine (TCM) doctors. Eventually they all gave up as my condition steadily grew worse regardless of the treatment. It was then, only eight years old but already low on hope, that my grandfather suggested I try a type of Qigong. The stocks of failed needles and medicine over the years accumulated in me as a fear of any new treatment. Only when they said that this type of Qi Gong did not use needles, medicine, and a minimal amount of body contact did I agree to meet the Qi Gong master. Read the rest of this entry »