Picture the family and community I came from Beijing, China. A happy family with me being the only child. My past thirteen years was living in the nurture home my parents built for me. I always childishly believed everybody in this world is as perfectly lucky as I am. Until one day my grandfather took me to a clinic he went for back massage therapy. One of the "magical massagers " there inspired me to studying biomedical in college. .
"Why is this place is so crowed?" I asked my grandfather. "They are waiting to get treated by the magical doctor." He answered and smiled mysteriously. "Next one please" the front office finally called us in, as I push open the cold white door I did not expect that I am entering a new stage of my life. The therapist's room was no difference than any other room I saw in the clinic. There were several human body diagram hang on the wall with the important acupuncture points labeled. Here she came, an amiable old woman who stumbled walking toward to us. .
　　"I had a back pain for a week. Can you check if there is anything you can do to help me?" Asked my grandfather. The elder woman looked as my grandpa then started to stare at the body diagram on the wall. "You can lay down and close your eyes."therapist said. She started to do Chinese massage on my grandpa's back. With every subtle move of her hand, there seemed to be some supernatural power transfer from her fingertip to his back. As my grandpa introduced me to to the therapist, strangely she still looks at the body digram instead of me. After a moment of silence she took her hands off from my grandpa's back. "My pain is been lifted."said by my grandpa. He shook hands with her and her eyes were still staring at that body digram. .
　　After we left the clinic I asked "Is she suppose to look at the body digram to do massage-therapy?". My grandfather giggled, "No but that is why she is the magical massager.
