By 2:57 p.m., 11-year-old Cody started squinting.

By 3:12, he was curled up. The nurse’s office again.  

Fists clenched. Eyes shut. Pain pounding behind them.

Doctors said maybe stress. Or sinuses. Or screens.

MRI said nothing.

His folks tried everything.

Three months. Hope was thin.

Until one day his mom whispered, “Let’s try something different.“

The energy healer didn’t promise.

He rubbed his hands, breathed deeply, and said, “Let’s begin.”

Each week the pain softened. Started later. Skipped a day. Then two.

Within a month, 3:00 came and went.

Cody blinked at the clock.

And smiled.