Three years ago, while I was on holiday in Sydney, I...

Three years ago, while I was on holiday in Sydney, I was hurrying out of the rain from a tram to the shelter of a veranda when, as I reached the footpath, my foot slipped, and in endeavoring to recover my balance I felt the bones in my leg below the knee break. I had been a student of Christian Science for over three years, and I knew that divine Love, who had cared for me so wonderfully during these years, was still caring for me in the same way, and that I had nothing to fear; that the accident was only a lie trying to make me believe it true. Turning to my husband, who was with me, I asked him to telephone to a practitioner for treatment. He helped me into a shop near by, where I was seated while he telephoned. I closed my eyes and repeated the "scientific statement of being," as given on page 468 of the Christian Science textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, until I fully realized I had nothing to fear. When I opened my eyes those waiting around me were surprised at my calmness. I was soon taken away in a taxi to the home of the dear practitioner and her husband, with whom we were staying. I shall never forget the loving-kindness bestowed on me at this time. There was no sense of fear or anxiety in that home; I just felt the "atmosphere of love divine," and nothing was left undone that could be done for my comfort. It was a wonderful demonstration of the "perfect love" that "casteth out fear," and a great lesson for me.

I was advised to allow a doctor to call on me, as my relatives, who were antagonistic to Christian Science, were taking care of our children while I was away from Adelaide. I did not like the thought of medical attention, because I knew God was the only Physician I needed to heal me. The doctor called and placed my leg in splints, and told me I must go away in an ambulance and have my leg X-rayed the next morning. After he left that evening let fear into my consciousness, and when the household had retired I experienced terrific pain and tossed about the whole night in agony. About five o'clock in the morning the practitioner awoke and heard my moans. She gave me another treatment, and I fell asleep. This was the last sense of pain I experienced, either then or later. When I awoke I felt well and happy. The X-ray photograph showed that the bones were badly broken. However, the doctor marveled at the wonderful position of these bones, which he said would need no setting. We realized that this was proof of divine Love's work.

I was then taken to a hospital where, on the third day, the doctor remarked: "Though it is bad luck you could not return to your children, you little realize how much you have to be thankful for. Had I had to set one, even, of the bones in your leg, I could not have done it as they are set, and you might have been very lame for the rest of your life. They are in perfect position!" On the fifth day the doctor sent for my husband, and they talked for an hour and a half about Christian Science, with the result that the next morning the doctor called and told the matron he had no more fear for me; that I could get up and go about on crutches as much as I liked. He had told me only the day before that talk that I need not think of leaving the hospital on the least six weeks. With my leg in plaster I left the hospital on the fourteenth day. and during the third week the doctor consented to remove the plaster, saying that this was a "tremendous concession"! I was then free to use the leg. I rejoiced when in the seventh week I received a loving letter from the practitioner in Sydney, saying she had not told me before, but could now, that the doctor had said I could not have the use of my leg for at least three months.

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