Anyone who's ever touched brand-name petroleum jelly with menthol in it knows the truth of "once salved always salved." That crud is impossible to get rid of. All you can do is smear it thin enough that it rubs off along with your skin. Soap just seems to bounce off. And the smell will stick with you, it seems,
forever. Once you're salved with mentholated goop, a peppermint poltergeist follows you around for two weeks.
There's a generational truth to the "once salved, always salved" theme. Someone got the idea in their head that mentholated petroleum could not only cure colds, but that inhaling it wasn't all that important. So, they started rubbing it on their kids' feet, putting it inside gloves, and—no joke—eating it. Cotton sheets are
absolutely subject to the "once salved, always salved" conundrum.
Understand, please, that menthol is what they put in cigarettes to lubricate cancer particles on the way down. Its neurological effects are similar to propofol, the stuff that killed Michael Jackson. Menthol does some of the same things as capsaicin, a chemical typically reserved for bears, freelance affection thieves, and mostly peaceful protestors.
And yet, the collected wisdom of
Ye Olde Medickal Advise persists. Apparently, babies won't cough if you simultaneously suffocate and poison any germs below the ankle line. Thus, millions of western children grew up with salved chests, hands, noses and soles. Not to mention a mild addiction to the smell of cheap mints. Like many home remedy superstitions, this was passed down from family to family. If you grew up with a mother who smeared spicy grease on the soles of your feet, there's a good chance you do the same to your own children, today.
Bless your heart.
Thankfully, the salve cycle can be broken. Unlike the biblical principles of "
once saved, always saved," there are ways to de-salve someone who has been salved, and to prevent future run-ins with the stuff. A salved sole will not always be a salved sole, but a truly saved soul is saved forever.