I was born silent and watchful, suspicious that the doctors who had helped deliver me had an ulterior motive. I've been a lifelong cynic. Josh stepped up to handle my cast-iron shoulders and pepper grinder neck when my usual therapist couldn't be there, and his soft voice, cool hands, and gentle mannerisms immediately made me think there was going to be a punchline-- that I'd walk back out into the lobby and he'd be there reading STALKER MONTHLY (ten fun ways to display those used tissues you found!). Instead, I had a really wonderful and restful experience with a guy who isn't only genuinely kind and respectful, but obviously passionate and dedicated to his work. He has a firm touch, but never painful, and I could tell that, even though he'd never met me before and didn't know all the wacky ways my body can malfunction, he was actively feeling for tightness or tenderness instead of just giving me a standard "mall chair" massage. I left feeling not just more relaxed, but with a better outlook on life. Maybe people aren't all so bad! No wait, they definitely are, but Josh is a fantastic therapist. He deserves all the used tissues he can fit in his display case.