I was tearing plants out of my family’s flower bed. I would smash them into “green medicine” and pretend to use them on my little sister, Maria. I was five-years-old.
When I was seven-years-old, Maria (4 years-old) and my dad mistakenly ate poison hemlock. Within minutes we realized, as our 911 call confirmed, that hemlock is one of the deadliest plants in the world. Helpless to heal himself and my sister, dad prayed and asked God for a miracle. Immediately after prayer, I had the idea that my dad and sister should take activated charcoal as a powerful natural remedy. And they did. Then we raced to the emergency room about 40 minutes away… which seems like a lifetime when hemlock can kill in one hour. The E.R. doctor prescribed charcoal too. That day I saw a miracle. My dad says God used me to help save his and my sister’s life.
When I was ten years-old my dad worked as a faculty member in the agriculture department at a college. As a benefit of working there he was allowed to take one class a semester. I saw Herbology on the fall-semester schedule and I asked the college to allow me to take the class with my dad. And I did. It was a turning point in my young life. I soaked in everything, studied hard, and learned the techniques for preserving and combining herbs practically.
The next couple of years I would make remedies and carry them in my bag. When I heard someone had an injury or sickness, I would share my remedies as a gift. People started coming back to me asking if I had more because it helped them and they wanted to share with others.
When I was twelve years-old, my dad was going on a trip to California for a speaking engagement. As a part of the event, he was given an exhibit table. I saw it as a chance to help more people so I bought a box of little jars of honey at a overstock store. The kind of small honey jars you’d find on the table at a hotel restaurant or a pancake house. I emptied the honey, removed the labels, and sterilized the jars. Then I carefully filled them with salve. I packed dad’s carry-on bag with as many of my salves as I could fit and asked him to sell them in California.
What I didn’t know is that my dad was going to get stopped by airport security for having the 40 or so jars of green and yellow cremes in unlabelled jars in his carry-on. He was pulled off to the side and surrounded by three officers. After examining him, they told him they would confiscate my salves. My dad said “my 12-year-old daughter won’t be happy about that.” The officer asked him what these cremes were. My dad began to tell them of how the salves have helped many suffering people. The head officer’s face changed and he dismissed the other two officers, waited until nobody was looking, then quickly put the salves back into my dad’s carry-on, zipped it up… pushed it toward my dad and said “have a nice day!” What a miracle!!
At the event in California, my dad sold out of my unlabelled salves. But people made it clear to my dad that they would want more if it helped them, or their grandmother, or their uncle… whoever they were buying it for. My dad wrote down our phone number on scrap pieces of paper in leu of business cards. And sure enough, to top off the joy I had of hearing that my dad had sold all of my salves and that people were excited to try them… we began receiving calls asking for more salves to share with others. They’d often say, “you need a website… then we could just order from there.” And we do! DesertRoseSisters.com.
Our family moved onto our own farm and we began growing our ingredients. We carefully perfected a special process for making each product. My sister helps me make my salves and has created products of her own…and now I have had the pleasure of helping thousands of people with pure and simple natural remedies.
Your visit to our website is a part of our continued story of trying to help those that are suffering. If you want to share your personal experience with me after trying one of my products please do… you can email me directly at Sofia@DesertRoseSisters.com.
We’re praying for miracles!
-Sofia and Maria
P.S. the photos are of me when I was 12 and 13 years old.