Testimony of Healing May 2, 1925 Issue

About four years ago I went to visit friends

Marcia S. Parker with contributions from Bertha M. Parker

About four years ago I went to visit friends. Opening off the same hall, with only a door-casing between, were two doors, one leading to my room and the other to the basement. After luncheon I started to go to my room to unpack my trunk, and in my haste opened the wrong door and stepped off into space. A new furnace was being installed in the house at the time, and the big iron base of the furnace was standing on edge at the foot of the basement stairs. A brother of the friend I was visiting was in the basement and saw me as I went through the air. As I made no sound he did not realize it was a person; he said I seemed to make three complete turns before reaching the bottom, where I struck the top of my head against the large iron furnace base. He then realized it was a person and dreaded to go to me, as he felt sure it would be impossible for one to have such a fall without the neck being broken. He called his sister and niece, and to their surprise they found me perfectly conscious. I was helped up and sat on the bottom step a moment. I had but one thought,—that of my children. When the thought came that God was taking care of them as He was caring for me, and that He was right with me, there was no fear at all. With assistance I walked up the basement stairs. My friends immediately called a Christian Science practitioner, who said she would treat me at once. In a short time the practitioner came in. There was a swelling across the top of my head as large as a rolling pin, and my hands were in such bad shape that they did not look as though they could possibly belong to any one. Almost my entire body was black from bruises; and both feet were badly swolled. About eleven o'clock that night they assisted me into bed, but it was a very painful operation. The practitioner worked very faithfully. This happened on Friday.

I spent Saturday in bed until about nine in the evening, when my friends got me up so that they could straighten out my bed for the night. The swelling had gone down from the top of my head, and my feet were normal. I had been invited to attend a banquet the following Monday evening at six o'clock. On Sunday, the practitioner came to the house from church, and as she started to leave I spoke to her of the banquet. "If it is right for you to go, you will go," she said. On Monday, about four o'clock, my young friend said she would get my clothes ready and assist me to dress. The swelling had gone down from my hands so that I could get my gloves on. Suffice it to say that at a quarter to six an automobile called for me, and I was able to get in and out again without much difficulty. I went into the hotel and shook hands with about twenty in the receiving line; and when I left after the banquet not one there knew what my condition had been just the day before. Many of my old friends remarked they were glad to see me looking so well. The next morning, Tuesday, I washed a few handkerchiefs and then walked to town, a distance of a little over a mile. That was the last of the difficulty.

It was a most wonderful experience. Had the circumstances been different and a physician been called, I should probably have been rushed to a hospital; and I feel confident I should have lost consciousness and perhaps never have regained it. They would probably have said it was owing to my age, which was quite advanced at the time. My heart overflows with gratitude to God and to our beloved Leader, Mary Baker Eddy, for giving us this truth to meet every condition everywhere, at any and all times; also for the dear practitioner, who was so faithful, and for the loving friends, who ministered so tenderly and sweetly to my every need; and last but not least to the young practitioner who has guided me so patiently and tenderly in the path of Truth these many months past.

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