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Hi! My name is Dominic Sessa. I am a native of Baltimore, Maryland where I still currently live with my fiancé Kara. I spend all year in Maryland except when traveling to seminars and workshops throughout the world. I travel the world in search of state of the art workouts, nutritional, and coaching advice. I began traveling the world in 2006 in search of the truth.

My first over seas travels placed me in London the summer of 2006. I was there for a weeklong workshop for Golf. The golf workshop was more of an anatomy clinic then a conditioning seminar. I learned you could actually have a headache caused by your lower back at this clinic.

I traveled to London to learn about athletes and unexpectedly I was learning about injuries. A few weeks before traveling to London I was in Colorado. I was in Colorado for a workshop on sports performance at the Olympic Training Center. I was at this Sports Performance course specifically to learn how the OTC rehabilitated injuries. I discovered injured athletes rarely make it to the Olympics.

I was on break for the summer from College where I was studying Exercise Science. My college education disappointed me at the time. We spent most of our time studying books that were a decade old. I found this frustrating because I was a young athlete, had injuries, and knew the application of the books was false. I knew the information was false because of my personal history. When I was 18 years old, the year was 2001, my body was so traumatized I was told I would never walk again. A month after 9/11, October 14^th of 2001, I was shot by Jason Heath in Clarksville, Maryland.

October 14^th was the Sunday night before I was leaving for the Marine Corps. The short version is I heard a friend yell while we were at a gas station. I ran over to see what was wrong and as I got closer I saw something shiny. The closer I got I started to see more clearly until finally I saw it was a rifle. The rifle was pointed at my friends head, so I pushed the gun out of the way and stood in-between my friend and the gun.

Jason Heath, the boy who pulled out a rifle at the gas station, stood back and shot me in my leg. The gun was a modified SKS assault rifle that instantly disintegrated 5 inches of my left femur. The next couple of years were some of the most challenging of my life. After surgery I was told that my heart stopped twice, once on the way to the hospital, and once again during surgery. The doctors told me I was lucky to be alive and I would never have full use of my leg again. The bullet had clipped a nerve responsible for picking up my foot.

I went from 200 lbs. of muscle getting ready to leave for the Marine Corps to 116 lbs. within one month. The next three months challenged me on levels in ways I could never imagine. The pain was so much I was not able to eat, rest, or think. After three months of doctor visits they determined my leg was not healing and I needed a bone graph from my left hip.

The thought of another major surgery was heart breaking. After private emotional breakdowns I decided to look on the bright side and focus on healing. The following three months from January 2002 until April of 2002 showed my greatest progress. I was able to strengthen myself to a cane from crutches. I would not allow myself to use a wheelchair and saw my progress as monumental. I felt like I was moving to the next level in my recovery.

That April on my birthday I was walking into the kitchen for a glass of milk. When I reached in for the milk I must have put to much pressure on my leg because I heard the metal plate snap. I knew I was going in for another surgery. I wanted to strengthen my body so I could heal quicker from surgery. With this in mind I waited for Stephen to get home from school so we could go to the gym.

I was in physical therapy almost every day for 18 months. The physical therapy assistants used electronic stimulation and offered encouragement. I saw no benefit in accepting my physical disposition or the electronic stimulation. I realized the only person in charge of my recovery was myself. As of today 2014 I have had 11 major surgeries on my body.

My recovery taught me of the many links between lower and upper body pain. Pairing the knowledge gained from my own recovery and the knowledge gained in London, I made a pivotal decision in my life. I decided to stop going to college and pursue the best education possible.

I pursued the educators who were doing the training, bodywork, and healing that I wanted. I was heart broken by the lack of care I was given during my injuries. I knew there were people in pain who were looking for help and I know exactly what that feels like. I started traveling the world in 2006 looking for the truth of healing. My travels have gifted me wisdom and I have wasted a lot of money along the way.

Today I run my practice in Baltimore, Maryland. I work with a variety of individuals from paraplegic wounded warriors to NFL players. I consulted with Walter Reed Hospital on my treatment approach and speak around the country. I work with a lot of individuals who are new to exercise, have new pain, and those with chronic issues. I love to help people who are seeking truthful answers.