About nineteen years ago my brother, who was then...

About nineteen years ago my brother, who was then eighteen years of age, was in the Christchurch hospital, suffering from an injured foot. He had been in bed six weeks, and was reduced from a robust young man to a pale, thin invalid. Two operations had been performed on his foot, and when he heard the doctors deciding that another was necessary, he was filled with despair, for in the same ward was a man who had had a foot amputated on account of the same trouble.

Just at that time a Christian Scientist visited my brother and told him that she was studying a new way of healing, and that if he would like to come to her home she would do her best for him. He was glad to do anything to prevent another operation, but he had great difficulty in getting the doctors to grant him his discharge. When they did so, it was with a written notification that it was against their advice, and that they were therefore relieved of all responsibility. When with help of my brother was leaving the hospital, the chief wardsman remarked to him that he was mad, and that he would be back in less than a week to have his foot taken off. He was conveyed to the Scientist's home and at once sat down to an ordinary meal.

June 21, 1913

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