Testimony of Healing January 18, 1900 Issue

Broken Ankle Quickly Healed

Elizabeth Manigold

In March, 1897, my son and I went to El Reno, a drive of forty-two miles. On our way home, one of our mules became sick and died, so we stopped at Fort Reno for three days. My son hired a horse and we were to start early on Thursday evening. As I was getting into the wagon I lost my balance and fell out, my foot being caught under something, causing my limb to break above the ankle, and also to sprain the ankle. I was taken to a house, and Dr. Smith, the army surgeon, was called. My toe was where my heel should have been. The doctor turned my foot around, and placed it on a pillow. I was in that condition under the influence of morphine, until Saturday.

That day my ankle was set, and put in a plaster of paris box, and I was put on a cot and sent to my brother's, ten miles in the country. Monday my sister-in-law and my son went to El Reno to find a nurse to take care of me, as I was suffering greatly. The nurse happened to be a Christian Scientist. We had never heard anything of Christian Science. The first night she was with me, my morphine was all gone, and I thought no one in the house would sleep; but the nurse talked to me about Christian Science, and said that there was a healer in El Reno if I should want help. I slept somewhat better that night, and the next day sent for the healer. She gave me a treatment, talked to me, and said that I should go to bed that night and sleep, as it was useless to sit up in a chair all the time. I did not have any faith, but told my nurse that it would not do her justice if I did not do as she said. That night they put me in bed, and I slept all night, never waking until eight o'clock the next morning. The healer came five days. I did not have a pain after the first treatment. The fifth day the healer said, "You can stand on your foot now." So I got up, then took the well foot up and swung it, standing entirely on the one that was in the plaster of paris box. I then wrote to my son that I was all right, and for him to come after me.

When we were on our way home we had to go through the Fort, and my son told me to see the doctor again. I told him I was all right. He did not believe it, as the doctor had told my brother that I would never walk on that foot again, as I was sixty-nine years old. But I stood up for the doctor to see that I could stand. Then he took off the box, and said, "Stand up now." I did so; then he said, "I never saw anything to equal that." I then told him what I had done. He put the box on again, and said, "You had better keep it on a while yet;" but when I got home I took the box off and put on my shoe, and have walked on that foot ever since.

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