BTTT!
According to my mother, I owe my life to an osteopathic surgeon. This would be in the late 1940's. I was born with skull bones that weren't moving like they should, squeezing on my brain, and leading to increased breathing difficulties. An old lady, as I remember her from later in my childhood, who was a retired osteopathic surgeon still doing a few hours of work, manipulated my skull bones, and got them moving as they should. My brain and lung capacities have been doing just fine since then.
Thank-you for your service.