Testimony of Healing January 14, 1967 Issue

When I was a college student living in a women's dormitory, I was...

Marguerite Joekel Green

When I was a college student living in a women's dormitory, I was stricken suddenly at the dinner table with a frightening illness; breathing was not easy, and I became cold all over. The telephone lines were so tied up after dinner that I couldn't call a practitioner. Even though I was experiencing heavy fatigue, I walked four blocks in the rain to the Christian Science college organization meeting and sat and listened with tears of gratitude running down my face. I knew I was listening to the truth of my being, and I felt Love all around me. Feeling too weak even to speak to my friends, I returned to the dormitory to call a practitioner.

In my room I fought a losing battle to remain conscious while the telephones were very much in use and my roommate and friends were happily chattering around me. This was eight o'clock in the evening. The thought that I was dying and didn't really care was the last conscious thought I had until ten o'clock the next morning when I awakened in an empty dormitory.

Though I felt myself drifting off again, this time I knew I was being tempted by error not to care. I said to myself: "No! I can get up and call!" All I could say to the practitioner was: "I can't breathe. I can't read."

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