The most emotionally satisfying statement I can make about my involvement in Dianetics and Scientology is, “They help me help other people.”

     It’s true that the counseling one receives is extremely uplifting. When I heard of Scientology I was a moody and self-defeating young man. College psychology classes had “told” me that because I was raised around alcoholics, and had their gene structure, I would always have these traits. Scientology proved psychology dead wrong. Today I’m resiliently happy, just as I’m realistic in handling the things life throws us which must be dealt with.

     While that is a life-changing – actually life-saving – personal factor, being able to help others in turmoil is even more deeply satisfying.

     Using Scientology’s “assists” on injured persons, I have brought back to consciousness an accident victim who paramedics thought dead. Using Dianetics, I relieved an elderly man’s asthma attacks. Using Scientology, I have taken the nasty sparks out of volatile parent-child situations. My son and I have pulled two of his contemporaries off long-standing hard drug habits by referring them to Narconon programs (and they did not backslide!). A dropout from multiple colleges who had study concentration problems, and consequent drug problems, is now a productive young software engineer. I have helped employees see for themselves how to smooth out “impossible” work situations. I stopped two probable suicides – one had the pills in her hand.

     In San Juan’s tourist district, a young man showing off on a motorcycle smacked hard into the back of a truck. His helmet had protected his head, but he was rolling in agony because his “personal parts” had slammed hard against the bikes’ headlight. A helpless crowd was gathering to just watch. A Dianetic “assist” took about one minute. He got up, adjusted his leathers in a manly way, righted his bike and roared off. I don’t think I cured his embarrassment, but the pain had clearly gone away!

     Perhaps the biggest lie I was saddled with as a youth was that being blessed with high potential is enough to get you through life. One needs more than IQ, math or verbal skills. One needs to shed the compulsions to alienate others, erase the inhibitions that bottle up creativity and one’s communication. And involve oneself productively with the problems of others.

     When all the things you don’t like about yourself are gone, the “You” that you always wanted to be will emerge.

     Thanks for your interest in self-improvement and in helping others. They’re both worthy goals, but I think you and I agree on which one is the higher purpose.

     Email me if I can help.