“Good advice my friend, a positive attitude will make you much happier, hopefully might extend your life too. I’m 75 and lost the love of my life after 55 years, she passed very quick bout 3 seconds, her last breath she said “I love you Phil”. Man its been the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through but great friends support and looking at life like a glass half full , not half empty has helped me on this journey. I’ve been taking your nano products for 2 years and much less pain from old unkle arthur along with better sleep have also helped me keep a positive attitude. Please thank Dr Clark for me… Thanks Cousin Phil”
“Hell yeah text or email anytime!!; Here's a picture of me at 17 top picture my band at Class of 73' BALLARD HIGH SCHOOL ..several thousand people came out.i started guitar lessons at 8 years old in 1963... Been playing ever since. Lower pic jamming with some great players at a VetAid gig...
The CBD is actually started working..my joint pain I've had, since 1979, a scaffolding collapsed from 4 story apt we were working on ..coma 6 wks, impact epilepsy, and 57 broken bones..3 titanium pins I've had joint,mucsle,tendon pain (1-10 I'm at 8-8) without Drs help .I finally gave in to a pain specialist..but had constant Break through pain every day.. For as long as I can remember...Now after a couple weeks . INCREDIBLE!!!!! NO PAIN . I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE IT.HOPE ITS NOT JUST MY BRAUN TELLING ME "PAINS GONE" REALLY PRAYING ITS THE CBD
Thanks for communicating
LT”
“Tommy,
I've been using you day and night CBD for awhile now and I love it. If you look at the time it was late but I wanted to get my order in. I thought I was doing it right but was not sure it went through. Thank you for letting me know. I was going to call today and try to fix my F...k up.
Just wanted to let you know I get a kick out of your emails. Your cbd had done wonders. I even sleep now. You know how parents die and they leave you money? I was not one of the lucky ones and my mother left me arthritis. Lucy me.... but the cbd has helped so I'm grateful for that. I just wish old people had told the truth about the Golden years, I would have been prepared or maybe taken better care of myself. ...Sorry , I have the tendency to ramble(drugs will do that to.you) ...wait, you know that already!!
Thank you so much for the heads up. I'll try again......thanks...Harriet.”
“Tommy,
I loved the Cheech & Chong movie years ago. They made me and my wife laugh a lot. I liked what you had to say about your product and I think it might work for me and my wife. I'm 76 years young and my wife is a lot younger (74). I have a problem with hand tremors and I have used CBD for about a year with not much luck. I have heard about the nano CBD going directly to the problem & sparing the Liver the way you explained it and I look forward to giving it a try. I also look forward to the Sweet Dreams as well.
About two years ago, my wife and I took a trip to Winter Park in Colorado to help her older brother and his wife celebrate their 50th anniversary (along with several other family members). We were having a great time until we went on a horse back trail ride. All was fine until a small deer darted under my wife's
horse and he bucked her off on hard ground which fractured her lower body. She has spent a lot of time with pain doctors but she still has pain down her led. It is my hope Tommy Chong will be able to help my wife with the order we placed with you, also.
Thank You Tommy,
Jack & Judy Ramsey”
“Thank you. I am 82 years old like Tommy and this product is outstanding. In addition, it tastes great and does not have the heavy oil base that many other products use. Keep up the good work. I am a real estate developer who has developed more than 5 million square feet of self storage facilities in Hawaii and California. This product lets me work 6 days a week and walk all of the construction sites, despite the fact that I have a hip replacement.
Dave Pick”
“The day time formula is great but the night time so good I still can't sleep day time not near as many old age achs and pains acid reflux has all but gone my shoulder has hurt me for years and now it's all but gone just a little report and a thank you”
“The day time formula is great but the night time so good I still can't sleep day time not near as many old age achs and pains acid reflux has all but gone my shoulder has hurt me for years and now it's all but gone just a little report and a thank you”
“Hi Uncle Tommy!
I have an 'Optimism Story' of my own.
I had kind of a rough childhood. My dad was physically abusive and my mom was stingy about money, did very little to stop my dad when he was pounding on us, until she was afraid he was going to kill us and because my mom was saving for their retirement, we were denied things like extracurricular activities or fun in general and because I was the oldest of four children and female, my dad had me on a very short leash so some Hippie wouldn't kill me, rape me and leave me dead in a corn field. Also they never were too enthusiastic about driving us around. Not even once we had jobs and were too young to drive ourselves back and forth to work in the dark.
My dad was THE MOST feared man in our tiny town because if he even THOUGHT you did something wrong, he didn't care if you had a friend with you, he beat you until he was exhausted, right in front of them. They usually fled. Wasn't long before none of my friends would come into my house with me and I was rarely permitted to see them at their own homes, so I was pretty much a prisoner. Naturally, I became a Hippie just because it was dad's worst fear and they accepted me when all the 'good kids' were to scared to be my friend. Hippies were too high to be afraid of my dad.
He always said that as long as my feet were planted underneath his table, and I couldn't retaliate against his violence, that the violence would continue until morale improved or I was big enough to stop him. He had two Nicknames....Big Ron and The Ogre. So you can just imagine.....
Well, one evening when I was 14, my mom fixed me a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner and as I was taking it to my bedroom to eat it and listen to some Moody Blues albums and my dad jumped out of my brother's bedroom doorway and attacked me. Pretty sure I hadn't done anything wrong and well, it was just the LAST FUCKIN' STRAW!!!! I went into my closet and pulled out anything heavy or hard, like shoes and stuff and began hurling them at him faster than he could duck! I was screaming, "How do YOU like it? Are you humiliated enough yet?" Then I advanced forward and picked up everything I'd thrown at him and threw them at him again, while asking him what prompted him to jump from a doorway and just start beating on me with his belt, when I was pretty damn certain I didn't have it coming. He said it was because I didn't thank my mom for the sandwich. As if he'd ever thanked her for being his indentured servant for the previous 15 years or had EVER asked us to thank her for any previous meals she'd ever made for me, my entire life. He wasn't big on politeness. He was rude, crude and ignorant on his best days.
Pretty much the only time any of us said please or thank you to my mom, including my dad, was when her father was in the house and he was ten times more frightening than my dad was. He'd been a Chicago Police Officer until he retired and he was every kid's worst nightmare. He used to dangle me by my ankles over the side of the observation deck of the Prudential building (it wasn't enclosed in the early 60's) and because he knew all the drawbridge tenders on the Chicago River, he would have them open a drawbridge and he'd dangle my brother and I over the Chicago River by an ankle, one of us in each hand and pull us out just before the drawbridge closed. Tormenting children was high entertainment for him. He'd done the same things to my mom and her sister when he took them downtown as children.
(Well isn't this beginning to sound like Alice's Restaurant? Best get to my point, with the four part harmony and full orchestration and stuff like that there.)
My folks both had stock answers for every form of childhood angst. When we got to whining about something they each had an old adage that was sure to shut us up. My dad's was, "By the time you're gone and married the second time, you'll have forgotten all about it." My mom's was, "If that's the worst thing that ever happens to you in your sweet, short life, consider yourself lucky!"
Now I have no idea why that generally stopped us from whining about something. I didn't really ever think about either adage much until after I'd heard Arlo Guthrie do the part in Alice's Restaurant about "The LAST GUY" who had to bum a dime to call up the FBI and taunt them. I mean, he was sayin' the same thing when he said, "You can take comfort in that, because there's always someone out there that's got it worse than you and that makes you feel better." So it kind of made what my parents told us when we got cranky and whiney, make sense. Trust me, my dad was no font of wisdom and while my mom was extremely intelligent, she wasn't much for giving out nurturing advice during times of childhood disappointments. Neither of them had pleasant childhoods, so they really had no clue how to be nurturing parents. When everything you did, including breathing, sent your dad into an uncontrolled rage and your mom didn't make him stop until she feared he'd kill you, there wasn't much Optimism during my first 17 years on this planet.
Yet, those two, little adages, (And Arlo Guthrie, George Carlin, The Firesign Theater and Cheech & Chong) Got me through a LOT of hard times, hard knocks and even harder relationships and jobs.
I just turned 65 last month. In 1996 I got an autoimmune blood disease and had to have my spleen removed in 1997 in order to "cure" it. Wasn't until after my Splenectomy, that my Doctor told me that I had so few red blood cells up until then, that just going to sleep may have killed me, because my sleep Apnea and not making enough oxygen carrying red blood cells, could have caused me to suffocate and not wake up.
Then in 2006, I got Reumatoid Arthritis. Seems my body didn't forget it wanted to attack me so when it could no longer kill off my blood faster than my bone marrow could replace it, my joint tissue was the next best target. Then in 2016, the autoimmune stuff jumped to a whole, new level and killed off the microscopic hairs in my ears that carry sounds to eardrums and took my hearing from me and began attacking the Sclera Layer of my eyes. An autoimmune condition called Cogan's Syndrome that can blindness. They put me on prednisone and a dangerous RA drug that can cause Lymphoma and fortunately I can still see, but I got cataracts from the prednisone and was nearly blind until I won my disability claim in January of 2020, and got one cataract fixed but the second one got Covancelled for over a year.
In 2000, my husband and I moved to the same active senior community that my parents moved to. I didn't want them so far from everyone else in the family and we were the only ones that were able to move so they wouldn't be alone in their latter years. My husband had several long periods of unemployment and had three, consecutive jobs working as a Computer Project Manager at home, after being fired from his last job in 2009 and we declared bankruptcy and ate from food pantries in between jobs for many years, until I found a job that at least paid for my pain meds and Doctor visits for five years until I could no longer do it.
After I lost my hearing, my mom covered my medical expenses for nearly three years until she died. All that time, my husband has suffered Major Depression and blames it on me, for "gulaging him in a retirement community" and he's has absolutely despised me for it for the past 22 years. Well, he WAS old enough to live here. I only got in because he's ten years my senior. I'm now a year older than my mom was when we all moved up here. That's kinda scary!!! Time moves so much faster, the older you get.
My dad died of advanced Alzheimer's March 16, 2019 and my mom died ten days later, in the same nursing home, from complications of mini strokes due to iundiagnosed Parkinson's Disease and I think she just knew her job of taking care of my dad were over and she could finally go in Peace. My youngest sister had bilked my parents of nearly $400,000.00 because she was a substance abuser and my mom's Parkinson's caused her to become fixated on giving her money until they were nearly broke. But for my Brother's intervention, we'd have had no inheritance at all.
BUT TOMMY!!! I'M A HAPPY PERSON!!! I've never had a single day of depression my entire life and if anyone on earth needed to just cry in their beer all the time, it's certainly me!!! But ya know, there's a LOT of people who have it worse than I do, or ever have, and my heart goes out to them.
I have had very few, truly happy times in my life, but it could have become a hell of my own making and I decided, way back in my teens, that I was NEVER going to go on a huge pity party like so many people I had to cut from my life, for whining about stuff way less troublesome than what I've been through. Wallowing would have meant that my parents, my illnesses and my shitty husband had won and finally beaten me!!!! That's just not "my thing!" Living your best life and being happy is life's best revenge!
Sure, your nano CBD products help me to be more comfortable, but I never have needed medication for depression. I AM on an anti anxiety med, but only because stress makes my autoimmune conditions worse. Yes, I get stressed out when my husband doesn't do anything around the house to help me and he spends most of his life in bed. But that leaves me more time to do my jewelry making in Peace and if he's in bed, he's not making messes for his crippled up wife to clean up. I have no balance as a side effect of my hearing loss and I have to do everything while holding onto my walker with one of my bent up hands, while standing on my bent up knees, feet and toes. Hubby still has two good arms and two good legs, but is too busy eating, sleeping, bitching and complaining about his daily migraine, his allergies, his sore joints from a little bit of Osteo Arthritis and now, he's finally ignored his diabetes for so long he's on insulin, which he thinks gives him permission to eat seven meals a day instead of five. So it's just too hard for him to put garbage in the trash can instead of into the kitchen sink and too hard to rinse off dishes and put them in the dishwasher that barely works, because he never cleaned or maintained it and besides, the sink is full of garbage.
But for his acute laziness and his spite for me because I dared to become sicker than he is, and moved him to a (gasp) retirement community when he was 52, my life would be perfect, despite being in constant pain since 2006. But I've had three doctors tell me I probably should have died before 2018 when they were treating the three foot ulcers i got from skeletal changes in my feet caused by the RA.
I'm still alive!!!! I'm still breathing!!!! I don't have a heart condition or lung cancer from smoking since I was 14 and not successfully quitting until 2014. So I think I have it pretty good, once you remove the negatives from the equation. No one ever said life was fair and we all gotta die of sumpthin' eventually. So I make the best out of it and now that I won my disability claim, I can buy beads and create beautiful jewelry. So FUCK IT! I'm happier than I've ever been. I got what I've always wanted. No annoying job, and to just be left alone to do my thing and have a couple good friends in my life.
Love you, Uncle Tommy!!! You've brightened my life with your comedy and movies and given me a bit less pain with your great products. Take care, stay healthy and live to see 100 and stay happy, yourself. Prison is a state of mind and despite everything, many would call my life worse than prison. Yet, I'm free as a bird! Happy as I can be and thriving against all odds!!!
I'm pretty damn lucky my dad didn't kill me before I was three years old. When they x-rayed my hands when I was diagnosed with RA, they found both my wrists had been fractured as a child. I don't remember ever having two broken wrists, so I can only surmise my dad likely broke them by yanking me out of my crib because I was crying. So, yeah, the old cuss got Alzheimer's and died the death he deserved. (I always told him that no one would have good memories of him after he died.) But he taught me to be strong! The hard way, but probably not the worst way, considering the turns my life has taken. So I'm actually grateful for that. My friends can't believe I'm happy, generous, kind and so giving of love and one of them even claims my friendship kept him from killing himself after a difficult divorce. So I'm really lucky to still have him in my life. He's one of the Good Ones! Just like YOU!!!
Peace out!
Cousin Annie”
