"Built to Move" with Dr. Voyles: Coming Home to Indiana (part 3)

In life, few of us get the opportunity to pursue something we are truly passionate about. Before long, the weight of the world catches up with all of us. We have bills to pay, families to support, emergencies to prepare for, and one day, retirement to think about.

It always amazes me how resilient people can be when they have a purpose. A single mom working three jobs so her kids can eat. A son putting in long days in construction to help care for a sick parent. There is no stopping a person with a mission.

The best- and often rarest- combination is finding someone who is living on mission while doing something they genuinely are passionate about.

One of my favorite questions to ask people is, “What do you do for a living?” After they answer, I follow up with, “Is that what you always wanted to do when you were a kid?”

Usually, I'm met with a laugh.

It's rare for a child to say they dream of growing up to sell insurance, wait tables, or work at a gas station.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with any of those jobs.

But kids dream differently. They aren't worried about paying bills or saving for retirement. They're driven by passion. At that point, I had been working in Medicare insurance for about a year and a half, and I realized something was missing.

The job paid my bills. It gave me financial security, helped me prepare for emergencies, and allowed me to save for retirement. On paper, I had checked all the right boxes.

But I never dreamed of selling Medicare insurance when I was a kid.

Right on time at my church in Indianapolis, I met a chiropractor who seemed to radiate passion. There was something different about him, and I wanted to know why.

So I did my "research," reading everything I could find online about his clinic. I was in my early twenties and figured I wasn't old enough- or beat up enough- to need chiropractic care. 

Still, there was something about his enthusiasm, especially his passion for helping people, that kept pulling me back.

Eventually, I scheduled an appointment.

From the moment I walked in, he seemed genuinely excited to meet with me.

I remember staring at the intake paperwork. One question asked, "Why are you coming in?" The only answer I could think of was, "Better overall health."

I felt a little silly writing it down, but he smiled and told me there couldn't have been a better answer.

That day, he walked me through the history and philosophy of chiropractic and introduced me to a completely different way of thinking about health.

Suddenly, my insurance job began to lose its appeal.

For the first time, I had found something I could pursue with both purpose and passion.

Stay tuned next week for Part 4—the final chapter of my journey home.

Dr. Voyles