On the evening of June 19, 1911, our son, fifteen years...

On the evening of June 19, 1911, our son, fifteen years old at the time, was taken ill at supper, and we did not know what was wrong with him. We had never had much sickness with our children, and were both frightened. My husband called in a neighbor, who said the boy had a fit and we had better send for the doctor, as he might have other attacks. The doctor came about ten o'clock that night and said the trouble was caused by his stomach. He came again the next day, but the boy grew worse. He had as many as eight spasms every day for a week, then they stopped, but what was called "meningitis" set in. We thought several times that he would pass away. On the fifteenth day he was able to sit up, and three weeks later I took him to visit my sister, as she had been so kind to us when he was sick. The doctor was also kind and did all he could for my son, but he said we must be careful about what he ate, and if he had another attack to send for him.

When we got home from my sister's the next day, my son began to have spasms again and they were more severe than ever. We telephoned for the doctor, who shook his head and said we had let the boy eat too much. He came for two or three days, and then we thought of changing doctors, as I was in a nervous state myself. I, however, said to my husband that the boy could not last long with that treatment, and I was going to have a Christian Science practitioner as soon as I could get one,—I had wanted one all the time, but he would not consent. I therefore wrote to a practitioner in Muncie, Ind., and she came the twenty-seventh of July and stayed one night. The next morning the boy got up and ate a hearty breakfast. We threshed that day, and he was out with the men most of the time. They all just looked at him, for every one had thought he would die, but instead he improved and put on flesh very fast. In four weeks the spells commenced again, but we wrote to the practitioner, and she treated him. He went to school every day and made good progress in his studies, but would have the attacks at night. I got so I could not stand it any longer. Accordingly I went to see another practitioner, who said it was my fear that was keeping him from getting well. That was in September of the same year. We stopped treatment until the next May, when I asked the practitioner to treat us both, which she did. He has had no attack since, and can do anything any other boy of his age can do.

I myself have been greatly benefited, and my little girl was healed of a severe cold, I can therefore say to all: "Do not give up. If your healing is slow, it will come; just rejoice." The help comes from God. We learn that we have something besides matter to lean on. I hope my testimony may be the means of helping some one who has suffered as I have. I am very thankful for this blessed truth that makes us free.—

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Testimony of Healing
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April 24, 1915

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