Testimony of Healing April 23, 1932 Issue

While busily talking with a friend, when riding on top of...

Blanche A. Sipes

While busily talking with a friend, when riding on top of a bus, I did not notice that we were nearing a bridge, and, intending to get off at the next stop, I stood up. I had not heard the driver call "low bridge," nor had others riding with us. I was knocked down by the bridge striking my head, and was thrown back against one seat and then another, and fairly tossed about over the top deck. The driver, not knowing what had happened, drove on to the next corner. Some teeth were knocked out, and a cut across my head was bleeding badly. When the driver saw me coming down the stairs he wanted to send for an ambulance to take me to a hospital, but I declared that I was not hurt and that I was perfectly all right. To quiet his fear I told him he might see me home, a distance of about one block, which he did. That walk home was a beautiful experience, for I was so grateful that I could feel and know that my real self had never been touched. I seemed to be walking apart from this supposedly bruised and bleeding body.

My husband met us at the door, and I was so happy that he understood what to do, for his first words were, "Do you want me to call a practitioner?" After telephoning to one who said she would take up work at once, we told the driver we should not need the doctor he begged us to call. He said he would take our word for that, and then went back to the bus he had left twenty minutes before.

Every step of the way had to be proved. I have always been so grateful for the love expressed by all about me during this experience, especially by my husband, who was not a Christian Scientist. A friend coming in at that time thought I should have stitches taken in my head to stop the bleeding, but I declared that blood never gave life and blood cannot take life away (see Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 346), for God is Life. Within ten minutes the bleeding stopped. There was not a part of my body that did not seem to be bruised or injured, but with the loving, patient work of the practitioner through absent treatment, all difficulties were destroyed. I was not confined to my bed one full day.

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