When I was in high school, I was a member of the basketball team. One year, right before a regional tournament, I had a pretty severe cold that made it difficult for me to walk from class to class, let alone play basketball.
Years ago I had a girlfriend, who had two delightful cats. I say “delightful,” but my physical reaction to them was anything but pleasant, as I had a very strong allergic reaction any time I was in the same room as the cats.
Last fall my husband went on a two-week wilderness trip to an area in Alaska, where there were no towns, roads, people, or cellphones. He and a friend were dropped on a river by a small plane, with only their boat and packs to negotiate 140 miles downstream.
I recall about three years ago when my brother and I used to work at the same company. He and I share a very good relationship, so it was not uncommon for me to stay a few minutes longer to visit with him at the end of my shift.
The run-up to Christmas had always been a challenging time for me, as my husband and I usually have several family members staying with us and we host the Christmas celebrations for our extended family. I love hosting, and having a house full of family is a joy, but in the past I’d found it quite tiring to handle all the necessary planning, decorating, shopping, preparation, and cooking.
A number of years ago, when I was staying with my father, who lived abroad, I started experiencing discomfort when swallowing any type of nourishment. At first I thought it would get better on its own, but to my dismay it got worse.
A few years ago, while I was still in college, my cousin with whom I lived suddenly lost his job. As he could not continue to pay the rent, he decided to go and live with his family-in-law until the situation stabilized.
When my daughter was a sophomore in high school, she went waterskiing with friends from school. When she got home, she said she had swallowed a lot of lake water and thought she had something stuck in her throat, which was starting to swell.
My first Christian Science healing happened when I was five years old, after my mother was introduced to Christian Science. I’d had a boil on my leg and had been taken to the hospital.
During a marathon of Saturday lectures I gave over a six-hour period as a Christian Science lecturer, I faced some pretty noisy competition from an organization nearby playing loud music. Although there was amplification, I still needed to project my voice strongly to be heard.