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Question by Dobi: Is Todd Davis’ Book On How To Stop Hair Loss Helpful?
Hi everyone
Have someone bought the book on how to stop hair loss by Todd Davis? I read some reviews about Todd Davis and his book online but wonder if someone here really tried the methods inside the book and found them to be useful for him. If someone can tell me more about Todd Davis’ Book and his own experience with it I will really appreciate it,
Thanks

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Answer by Carly Smith
Yes, I have bought the book on how to stop hair loss by Todd Davis. I always recommend to others because it helped out my brother. My brother had a started to lose hair in his early 20s, so we wanted to find a solution. Hair transplants were out of the question because they were way to expensive. We tried Rogaine but that didn’t work for him either. It was cheaper than the first option but still cost us over $ 60 (he tried it for about 1 month). Naturally, we searched the internet for solutions. I downloaded the eBook because there was a 60 day full money back guarantee. After about 3 weeks, the results started to show for my brother. First, we had to remove the bacteria/sebum off of his scalp and we did that like it was taught in the book. Apply olive oil and leave it in while you sleep. It will stain your pillow, but the cost of a cheap pillow was like $ 4 from Walmart (well worth it for his hair). Then every morning he would shower with baby shampoo. Once that week was over we moved on to the next step. The head massaging techniques. It relieved some of the stress he was going through and seemed to help stimulate the hair growth. We just went through his online book step by step and by week 3 he saw results. My brother grew back the hair he had lost and still employs the lessons that he was taught in the book. It will be well worth the time. I’ll provide you with the link to the eBook. It’s only $ 37 right now and there’s still that 60 day money back thing. We kept the book if you’re wondering.

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My hair has been falling out for years now and at this point the whole top of my head only has a thin layer of hair. The front of my head still has more but it is fading and I notice it is spreading more and more to the sides of my head. None of my parents have hair loss issues nor did their parents. The thinning out did not start at the top back of my head, so Rogaine is out of the question since it says on the bottle that it is only for the top back of your head; that is if that stuff actually works. In the mean time I have been using shampoo that gives fluff to your hair which helps but soon I will either be bald up top or shave my head and do a military type cut. I’m only in my 30’s and this started about 4 years ago, so it seems kind of soon. I almost never wear hats and try not to use gel/hairspray whenever possible. Any advice? Can any kind of doctor give me more info? I am not interested in crazy surgeries or hair plugs. Thanks for any help!

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It looks weird, although he has a very valid point which I thought of before reading this a few months ago…which is that the hair transplant and hair loss drug companies would never want you to know about cheaper alternatives due to the fact that they would lose business and money!
Do you think this book looks good? i’m DESPERATE. i feel like by november my bangs will be shed completely. i’m so scared.

Here is Chapter 1, I have till chapter 3. Is it good? Thanks.
“I’ll meet you guys later… how about 7:30?” Veronica said slamming her locker door shut.
“Sorry, can’t I’m babysitting tonight.” I said as I closed mine. The locker door bounced back open. “Urg! These lockers suck!” I got tired of the lockers at my under-funded school. I kicked the locker door shut, and this time it stayed shut.
“Tense much?” Monique said
“Yea. This morning, I had the worst fight with my mom, I never even said goodbye this morning… actually, the last thing I said was I hate you.”
“Harsh” They both said at the same time. They were always so in sync.
“I never get any say in anything! This is the fourth time I’ve moved, and as soon as you start to like people, you get dragged away and you lose touch, and it’s like your old best friend is another stranger.” I said hopelessly. We pushed through the front doors of the school, but for some reason, something came over me… I knew what was coming, and I knew my face was probably red. I swallowed the tears, and turned my face away from them. I couldn’t make a fool of myself. I still need to make a good impression, since it’s only my second week at this school.
“I better go. Bye guys!” I said, and I began to walk quickly to my car. As soon as I could get my hand on the wheel, I was out of the parking lot and out on the street. Now I didn’t hold back, I let the tears fall. I’ve never said such harsh words to my mother, but today, simply over when I get to date, I said those sharp words.
The words kept echoing in my head. I hate you! Each time those words came to mind, I felt as if I was being cut. Not only was I miserable, my sadness, turned into rage. I was not angry with my mother, for I was angry with myself for shouting such ugly, disrespectful words at her.
I pulled into the driveway, filled with depression and sorrow. I put my key into the door, opened the door so fast it almost fell off the hinges.
“Mom! I’m so sorry! Please, find it in your heart to forgive me!” I waited for a response, at this point; I would have been more pleased with a no, than no response at all. I waited in the porch, waited for some words to shout back at me.
“Mom? Please!” I dropped my bag and ran into the kitchen with my muddy shoes still on. “Mom, I know I hurt you, but I promise you, I’m sorry!”
I ran through the house, looking for her, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and beg her for forgiveness. I opened doors and ran threw different rooms. I ran downstairs, and got to the bathroom, I noticed the carpet around the bathroom was soaked. “MOM?” I screamed, again I had to response. I threw open the door, almost slipping on the wet tile floor. At first glance, everything looked normal, but as I looked at the floor, out arose a blood-curling scream. Sprawled on the floor, face down, was my mother. I turned her over, and held her and cried. Those horrible words again slipped into my mind. I hate you. I hate you. I help her close, pushing the hair off her face, I love you. I love you. I shut off the water from the bathtub, I went to carry her to the sofa, but knew better than to move her from the position she was in or I could injure her more. I called an ambulance. I knew then that I would just have to sit tight. It only took ten minutes for the ambulance to get there, but it was the longest ten minutes I’ve ever lived through. Police officers tried to talk to me, but all I could ended up doing was crying, and making horrible sounds. The worst sound I heard that day, was a woman, one who I did not know, but she spoke seven words, seven words, that will scare me for life.
“Missy, Your mother did not make it.”
I spent that night, at the hospital, crying. And I didn’t care this time who saw me. I couldn’t take back my words. My mother died thinking I hated her. She died thinking she had no one left anymore. After my father passed away, and she lost her job. She had no one left but me, and I had no one else but her. And by saying those three ghastly words, she died thinking no one would even remember her. I cried, until a doctor came into the room.
“I am terribly sorry for your loss.” He spoke in a deep manly voice. There was a long pause “But you must leave the hospital room, there have been some complaints. If you’d like, you may stay in the lobby as long as you need.” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I closed my mouth and nodded, with out taking a second glance at the doctor; I picked up my bag, a box of tissues, and walked out of the room. As I walked down a bland hallway, I passed a large glass window, on which someone painted in bright pink and blue letters “Nursery”, I looked inside to see sleeping babies, and proud couples staring at their little bundles of joy. Tons of couples where there, but, one stood out. The lady looked exactly like my mother. I stared at her. She had the same short, curly, brown hair, with a

I’m at the moment writing a dark adult fantasy book that revolves around the real world Earth, and the Vampire outcasts.
He is the syponis of my book I’m writing.
Talullah, starting puberty is getting more and more aware of her severe lack of friends. She knows why; she belongs to a certain vampire family, this one being vampire outcasts, and excluded from their society. She feels humiliated by her abusive drunken father, and her fun, hairebrained mother, who’s smile is being silenced by him.Talulah, lonely, seeks help of her teacher, Cyndey. Home educated and alone, Talulah questions Cyndy, and as Cyndey tells her things she knows that she is too, a vampire. But, an outcast or belonging to the real vampires Talullah can not determine. As hormones start to kick in, Tallulah feels angry at everyone and and even herself, and as a vampire, things can get worse at her age. Without her parents guidance, Tallulah sets out on a mental journey to becoming who she wants to be only to find her own inner demons.
A story or friendship, love in danger and finding who you are in a time of darkness and light.
Here’s the first draft.
Writing my tale;story by my lamplike eyes, I can mentally nod in my brain that so far my life has been full of loss, staring only for comfort into those insane, abusive eyes that forced me further to compel myself to documenting my misfortunate tales. My father, my lying father, well. A father more appropriate name would be an abusive animal, he cheated on my best friend and forced her too the woods to die and be caught by witches into an asylum. After that is just shadows, which every time and I look for more details it slips away. It’s maddening. My best friend is my mother, I loved her exceedingly. People say I lived a shallow, lonely life; they were wrong. There’s more to me than that, as I reached towards reached towards puberty I realised my hair never grew, a flat tangled shock of hair, that very rarely touched my ears, Thereffore, it was a seldom opportunity for me to talk more than a sentence to another soul. Though the governess, who was another friend took me as an interesting, talented child, she was young, dark although her arms were colourless. She had a husband, who was considerably older than the governess, and when I rallied his arrival he seemed terrified of his lover. My governess, under the name, Cyndy, for a tall athletic woman, it was strange of her to be a governess, teaching me science and math. She had a sixth pack, a thick band of muscles wrapped around her torso, yet somehow, dressed in a two piece suit, peached and an itchy wig she looked beautiful. I knew of her sixth pack from the large amount of skin she showed when not teached, throwing back her blazer, waistcoat and long trousers onto the river bank and wrapping a tight lint round her breast and a sleekit rubber bathing cap on her head and swimming in the river. It was extremely cold, and it full toxic too, however it semmed like a hobby to Cyndy. I questioned her aas she dived into the river, her silver arms shimmering in the heat.
“Do you like swimming” I questioned, trying to act innocent.
Cyndy acknowledged my question “It’s rather apparent don’t you think, of course your father wouldn’t like it and your harebrained mother goodness knows where.
I addressed the reply from Cyndy. “ Yes. I’m sorry your always having to look after me, it must be a bother doing this and teaching me unpaid.”
“Well, it’s a hobby.” She scurried up the river bank rather majestically, her white arms shimmering with the creamy glow of her face.
“What’s your real job.” I smiled, unstrapping my hob- nailed boots and dipping them deep into the water. My feet did not burn unlike the legend of the river. I titled my head back into the sun light, forcing me into a casual innocene that was unlike myself. Yet, in this situation, I found it easy to lie, lying back listening intently.
“You know, work at one meaningless job after another. Been in the trade, property developing, working for the endless retail units down at the mall.”
“How did you get that car.” She owned a Ferrari.
“With money.” She added bluntly. I glanced at her, she was dry and ready dressed into her teaching clothes. She bended down so her face and mine were equally opposite. “Not everything as easy as it looks; you should know that what’s you know your talents.”
“What talents. Drawing, I’m fair drawer. I’ll draw you Iif you like.”
“That will be hard work. Because I’m going home now.”
I put my choes and socks on quickly as she walked away.
“I know I’m vampire, I’m testing you!” I shouted.
“****, Tallulah, you are drowning the exposure of our world.”
“Our world, our world! We don’t have one, we live here, pretending to people what we are while people scoff at me saying I’m a freak.”
“True. That’s why you have me as a teacher.”
Silence.
I blinked. My eyes frothing the whole world going into a spasm of light and dark. Falling into a coco